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Split
12/14/2004 @ 9:48pm
By:
xinvisibleangelx

The thing is something I cannot describe.
It’s something that I always hide.
Night after night, day after day,
I keep praying this thing will go away.
This thing is something like a curse,
something that makes everything worse.
I remember happy moments,
yet they seem to fade.
I notice my scars,
They’ll never leave.
Part of me wants them to go,
but part of me just says no.
I feel like two different persons,
Split, both blessed and cursed.
Both mine though, somehow, someway.
I hope to God that it won’t stay.
The thing is coming now,
It feels like darkness…

My life is all so wrong,
I’m just praying that it will be gone.
I’ve tried to end it; I’ve tried to die.
But something gives me reasons not to try.
Like don’t leave your sister,
don’t leave your friends.
I’m just so confused.
Just please let me end.
My life is a shell, a memory,
of what used to be.
All I can do is sit and reminisce.
Dismissing thoughts of what I’d miss.
No, it won’t get better, things won’t go straight.
I’m gonna end my life now, before it’s too late.
Good bye everyone, you’re not the reason.
The pain's just too hard to cope with.
 
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