I sleep for 20 hours without sleeping a wink.
I fear the natural world around me.
Fear the thoughts of my peers.
I will disapoint.
I Fail.

I sulk unbathed and wreaking, flesh wet and pale.
Desperate for love in any form,
Formitable foe to the desperate.
I will make you hate me.
Deeply.

You cannot understand me. I am real and you are not.
I know this a lie, but deny.
I wrote the most depressing poem ever just last night.

Quivering
Hiding the tears that must one day come out behind shaking cold hands in my friends garrage.
I Realize that at one point i had hope without knowing it.
Now it is fully gone, and suicide seems to make sense.

SUICIDE

MAKES

SENSE!!!

For years i ripped the thought to shreds dismissing it,
Now in this dismal night i may embrace it!
Now with paniced lips i turn to a god a left behind so long ago.
Tonight it will end, him or me or him and i will die.
I can not smell her breath in my memory another night!
I WILL NOT see her face in my dreams!
He cannot deny me MY PEACE for forsaking him!
My blasphemy is punished!!
My heart can take no more!!!

This is not my doing! WHO CAN I END FOR THIS!





Then it's gone.
My hands stop shaking.
My breath is slowed.
That little wrinkle that runs from the corner of my eye smooths,
And i pass into oblivion.
Another day passes, and i sleep.
Sleep the hopeless,
Sleep...

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