DarkPoetry -|- Nightmare

Why?

All my life,
I've suffered mindlessly.
Always was a gulible girl.
Believed all the lies I was told,
Couldn't believe any one could ever hurt me.

Didn't live too bad a life.
I ignored all the pain and strife.
Didn't realize what was gone till to late.
And then something died in me.
I wanted to leave this world.

Humanity happened.
Intelligence sprouted.
Hated myself for being niave.
Happiness isn't real.

People hurt you.
They think it's fun.
The world is dirty.
And there is no love...

So what's the point anyway?

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On Friday June 13th, 2003, Twilight (2084) writes:

damn rigt..what is the point of love? it is only here to ruin and destruct every emotion we feel. keep writing.

On Saturday June 7th, 2003, silent_screams (11) writes:

Chills, memories, tears. I love your work, it taps right into that spot in my soul my mind does it's best to block out.

On Monday May 26th, 2003, braindeadpoet (127) writes:

I was in the same place a few years ago. After I woke from a 6yr. long drug induced haze, I didn't like what I saw, the world as it truely is. Anyway, very good, makes me think...thank you.

On Friday May 23rd, 2003, An Expired Member (7) writes:

I like this a lot. Simple and very to the point... (Damn them all).

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