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Search For Nothing

04-27-06

I have nobody
I stand alone.
No friends beside me,
I have no home.

No shoulder to cry on,
All tears to shed.
No one's with me
To share this dread.

Not a person to turn to,
When bad times get worse.
Here i'm a loner,
My days are cursed.

Who cares about my feelings?
Not a care in the world.
So fuck my emotions,
What good are they for?

And I thought you were a good person,
But i'm left in the dust.
I'm really suicidal now,
My death is a must.

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On Saturday May 13th, 2006, mywristshurt (524) writes:

hey, thanks.. i really like what yall write to and i can relate to everything yall do.. its like everyone can see where im coming from and you can relate, which makes it all the better that i feel.. thanks again 4 the comments

On Friday May 12th, 2006, Ainsof (1831) writes:

the isolation of this impales me, the expression is sharp and true; of course, death is always a must, but I do hope you will share more of your verse in the future ;) thanks

On Friday May 12th, 2006, AnarKoRn (22) writes:

It always darkest before dawn, believe me. I understand where you are coming from, because I used to call it my home. The only thing to do is get away, and make a better life for yourself.

On Friday April 28th, 2006, Doc (186) writes:

Yeah it sucks, but not all of it

On Thursday April 27th, 2006, Hello Dead Kitty (75) writes:

your feelings came through strongly in your words...good write!

On Thursday April 27th, 2006, Fornever_Never (255) writes:

I love the wording in this ... aand how you put it all together ... andif you ever need some one ... I am always around :)

On Thursday April 27th, 2006, The Fool (1001) writes:

THis was just screaming in my mind, this broke my heart and ripped out the strings with its fists

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