I was the nice guy in the movies
I used to be caring and sensitive
Everyone understood me
I used to like all and have no trouble
But I couldn’t make it work
I should’ve found a way
I threw it all away
I was able to hide all my tears
I was able to not show anger
I did the impossible of others
The impossible of possibly

But now I’m mean and ugly
Dirty and nasty
Writing this last poem
As I try to fight friend-turned enemies
I am insensitive and harmful
Too make this long story short
I am not myself
Whatever happen to myself
I’m lost and forgotten
And full of a disgusting conscience
Now I ask for help
Not through me or around me
Not to me or thereabout me
But help for me
But I’m now lost and lonely
Un-liking myself more
Looking at the knife I’m about to use
On this Friday, 21 2004 I will
Use this knife in my hand
To take all the pain away
Now good-bye and farewell
Till I see you in hell
I shall fake my self once more
As I now add the new-born scar
Onto my depressed body
In order to give myself to come out again
But whatever happen to him
The him in the mirror
The mirror in a place full or good times
But now in a place of bad times
…..what happen to me???

 
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