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vampiana Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 296Nothing and Nowhere |
Do I even posess, One real friend? Laughter rings in My ears. Such an absurd Phrase, One I once believed to be real, But now, One so foreign. I shall sit, And pretend to not mind, Pretend to be above it, Pretend to be strong, Pretend to ignore how badly, It hurts deep down, Pretend to ignore how badly, I want real friends, How badly I want This bitter loneliness To end. I shall pretend, But as I turn off The light, And the darkness fills my room Muffled sobs echo, Into the world and beyond, Each as heavy as the former, Unable to hide them now. Unable to turn A blind eye, When the loneliness, Catches up. God? Where is my Real friend? "Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?"-Frank from Donnie Darko |
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Hollow_Emptiness Senior Member
since 2004-02-01
Posts 715New Zealand |
I'm sorry you feel this way, it's awful to feel like this. But maybe you do have real friends, only you expect more from them. Gtg have dinner now, been on the com for ages. Great poem btw, enjoyed reading it, great great poem. Hollow Courtney I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had. - Gary Jules, Mad World. |
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silhouetted Senior Member
since 2004-01-30
Posts 537New Zealand |
wow. like i said in the other one, this is like u reading into my thoughts. especially since ive changed scools, i ask myself everynite where my real friends are. still i dont know. but, ive come to the painful truthful conclusion, my only real, closest friend, is myself. LOR put your frustrations into four letter words - incubus |
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Purity Senior Member
since 2001-11-20
Posts 526Once Upon, USA |
"My grandfather, on his deathbed, asked me what would be the measure of success in my life when I arrived at the point where he lay now. I raised up the five digits on my left hand and stated that I would be successful if I had this many friends. He smiled a faint attempt through all his pain and responded, 'You better consider yourself at the greatest level of success a man can achieve if you only have this many...'. He slowly raised one single finger, and then he died." This is part of the intro to my book, vamp ~ but you took me back to this place with intensity! This was a great write! And I was listening to Air Supply's "My Best Friend" when I read it, so it even further aided my tears. Kudos, once again! Wings bruised from turning away in such confined space...Not broken...still healable...still feathered with life, somewhere |
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