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    Poems By Suicidal

    !Yo
    Um....sometimes words could say it all, and release some of the bottled-up sh*t inside you
    !but...sometimes you've gotta move on wordlessly, cuz you simply, are damaging your own
    .Okay, it was quiet LAME intro. I guess, as usual
    Anyhow
    ?Another bunch of my 'pathetic' poems....um, any comment or something just hit me back. K
    Overall, the poems are dark, mostly murky, but they are deep for those who may try to not only read the words but read between them. My writings in general are always got something to do with my 'constant-dark mind'... they mean a lot to me
    .Never mind, I just wanted to mention that for some reason. Hope you enjoy them
    !Don’t hesitate to hit me back alright
    : Here you go

    :A piece of my life-less portrait

    ..It's winter now
    I'm 18
    ....But it's getting too painful here
    ..I wonder how
    Exactly to erase my fear
    ??Harmful do I seem
    It's getting too lonely and cold, but I'm fine though
    ....Cuz this is not where I belong
    I've been like this for years
    ....So
    ?Who cares who could see thru my repressed tears
    ....Or was it difficult for them to hear
    ..I weep, I cry, but I store every tear
    Outwardly I smile
    ...To cover up my sadness they seek to see
    They're too blind
    To see who's real
    Or who's me
    ....All inside.....It can hide


    :Self-mutilation

    ..They keep on label me
    ..Stereotyping me constantly
    ..I'm the odd one among this family
    ..So the rest always bother me
    ..I can't stop them from hurting me
    ...Wanted to resist them, but peacefully
    Swallowed every tear, actually
    ..Day after day I witness more fear
    ..Taste more pain, under this atmosphere
    ..'And feel more hated by someone who called 'me
    I grab my di-ary
    ..Honestly
    ..It would be tough to say it publicly
    ..But between the pages there is something I always keep
    ..I slit my wrist with it; I cut on the veins
    Slightly
    ..Till I bleed
    ..Sometime I bleed heavily
    As the blood pouring on and staining
    The pages
    I can hear them weep noiselessly
    A cut over cut, over cut and yet I don’t feel
    ..I cut yesterday
    Numblessly
    ..And I opened the fresh-wounds today
    !Believe me
    !It's just happened sudden-ly
    ..My wrist seems so creepy so eerie and I know it wouldn’t heal
    :I pray to the Lord
    ..Please forgive me
    !Although you know I would keep on doing it for the next years
    !Don’t please maintain on me
    ..I no longer wanna cut
    !'I'm sick of punishing 'me
    ..Instead of who made me a self-mutilating
    !And a 'suicidal' finally


    Detached thoughts:

    ...It's getting so scary
    ?Why
    ....Please don't do that
    I'm horrified
    ....I hate you my dear
    ....Can't simplify
    Cry
    ....Or just Let us try
    ....It is not that easy to die
    Or just say good-bye
    ....The melody of the rain
    ....You can mix it with your pain
    ...Tough and unexplained
    Hollow and drained
    ....Wish me death
    So it may come true
    ?Is this what it is
    But the anger is the fuel
    I hate to be
    I hate to fear
    Pain I bleed
    !I'm too insecure, and it represents me
    ?Who Am I
    ?Am I who
    It sounds very psycho
    !Yes to you


    :?Can you

    I will make you happy, I will do my homework
    ...??I will wash away your sorrow, but can you give me that
    !??Can You....


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