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On The Down |
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ThyWizard Member
since 2000-08-06
Posts 56Chambersburg, PA, USA |
All the stress and hate chills me to the bone, but i got nobody so i deal on my own. I do it all the time, done my entire life, cuz those that get close stab me with a knife. Stuck in my back or turned in my heart, Ripping and tearing my sad world apart. I gave and gave and gave, only to get played, Now I live behind the walls that people made. Now those very people want to be my “friend”, It’s now that they discover the stone that doesn’t bend. Played me once but not again, refuse to let them through, Nothing they can change, not a thing that they can do. True this makes life lonely, separate from the rest, Anybody close has to pass the test. I test their honesty and where their loyalties lie, Because it’s these important things you can’t walk out and buy. People ask why I’m filled with hate, sorry but I ain’t, Not exactly love, but I was never thought a saint. I’m dying inside, murdered by the pain, Pushed to the edge, already gone insane. It holds me tight, but life was never fair, Trying to get loose I have to rip and tear. I’m the way I am cuz of the pain people caused, When I should’ve ducked and ran I paused. I’m stupid for that and for getting used, My mind is gone despairing heart abused. Got no shoulder to lean on, nowhere left to turn, To live and die alone is a lesson I must learn. The pain corrodes my mind, dealing a major blow, And it eats my soul, emptiness is all I’ll know. Cold to the world, emotionless, I hate this life, I must confess. I want to kill this pain in me, I’m alone and hurt, can no one see?! A simple hand of pills can easily end it all, So lonely and so tired of always standing tall. I’d kill myself just to get away, So I no longer have to live this way. If I live then so be it, If I die I won’t mind one bit. Either way I don’t really care, Cuz nobody ever said, that life was fair. Live or die it’s all the same, Nobody else can take the blame. Life’s a game and it’s how I play, That decides which Piper I’ll pay. I’ll pay my dues with no regrets, Downward sent, I’ll place my bets. But that’s because of the way I lived, I shouldn’t have done the things I did. But they’re in the past and can’t be undone, Now you see why my life’s no fun! I can’t be happy believe me I tried, And I’ve had thoughts of suicide. To forget this life and all of the strain, To forget this world that dealt me such pain. All I all I’d rather be dead, Content now, that all has been said. " If who i am is what i have and what i have is lost, then who am I? " - unknown Thy Wizard |
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