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by ashes
Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #1660654
self-written poetry
dont know how wrong i may seem to be

the only thing im trying to do is live peacefully.

excuse me maim or sir

why dont you listen to the things i say?

i guess im tending towards the wrong way.





and i should give up.

everything i do just seems pointless

it can make anyone, grow restless.

it make you go insane, and punch things along the way

pull your hair out and scream at the walls till you have no voice at all.

aggrovating.

questioning.

everything you believe.



maybe i should just kill all my dead memories.

would you want to sit here and scream with me

and knock out the voices of the outside world

and the ones that stays with me.

most likely not.



not you not me

we will go on, killing ourselves

dying another day.

going the wrong way.

because no one cared

no one was there

at all.

nothing but the blank cruel dark world outside.

you cant hide.

all you can do is bleed and bleed

and fight

fight for a life..



many people live

but they dont know what living is

just because your heart is beating and theyre are

air in your lungs

doesnt mean your alive

living life.



i dont know how wrong i seem to be

guess its just nothing, that makes me think of these.



its just all these things that i see

that i live

that i breathe

its very complicating





ashlie spickelmier

121 pm

mar 23 2010

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