this type of poem is where you never want to see another day.

Get over it
happy frickin day
go home because i cannot endure
the past and present
but most of all my future
consume my dinner,
a bowl full of pills
call you on the phone and say
lets kill ourselves
and play in a band in heaven
maybe then i shall be triumphant
in this process called life
hang up
start writing dear bambi
I am so sick and tired
electric wired in a bathtub
killing my soul and heart decaying
like the abyss of blood
that engulfs my body and is suffocating my soul
pain posseses my mind
covers it with a paperbag
smothering my thoughts in my head
anger and fear infuses my heart
stitched and embedded like barbed wire
burned in my soul
most of all
sadness will never be transient
it will be that which i depend upon
like the air we inhale each day
as i malinger with a grin
you feel my true aura
and a cloud casts over your body
I hate myself now
my future is yet obscurley lost
the well of depression
has gotten deeper
i am yet drowning in it as we speak
I cannot tolerate this much longer
dont screw up the way i did
goodbye bambi
 
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