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There is someone living inside of me They are my darkest peril And they are trying to destroy me I wake up from my dreams, and it's pitch black It's darkness, that I can truly see It is a reflection of who I can be But I sit up, and look into the distance Realizing that there was nothing I missed In the real world, not anyone or anything Not the bluebirds outside my window that sing Nothing. I hate myself, I want to **** myself, I wish I was dead Depression and anxiety make me sick in my head I don't think the real me exists anymore I think something has taken over me And my thoughts are not as happy anymore Everybody run, Simon's got a gun I'm always wondering why I am here Always having no one isn't fun I don't know what my purposes are For being here, either I've yet to find out Or my purposes are nonexistent I'm merely a slave to society And I'm here to breed and that's all And kiss women in the rain at Fall I'm not what you really need
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Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 4:26 AM UTC
Thoughts
There is someone living inside of me They are my darkest peril And they are trying to destroy me I wake up from my dreams, and it's pitch black It's darkness, that I can truly see It is a reflection of who I can be But I sit up, and look into the distance Realizing that there was nothing I missed In the real world, not anyone or anything Not the bluebirds outside my window that sing Nothing. I hate myself, I want to **** myself, I wish I was dead Depression and anxiety make me sick in my head I don't think the real me exists anymore I think something has taken over me And my thoughts are not as happy anymore Everybody run, Simon's got a gun I'm always wondering why I am here Always having no one isn't fun I don't know what my purposes are For being here, either I've yet to find out Or my purposes are nonexistent I'm merely a slave to society And I'm here to breed and that's all And kiss women in the rain at Fall I'm not what you really need
"Everybody run, Simon's got a gun..." Inspired from "Creep" by Stone Temple Pilots. This is not a good effort at a poem, I know, this is me trying to make a poem by thinking, and not caring about rhyming, I know it seems bad, but I've seen poems on here, and sometimes they don't rhyme, so I suppose I am trying something new out...I've recently been diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder, and Generalized Anxiety Disorder, I make reference to this in 'Thoughts'...
simon-fletcher
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Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 4:26 AM UTC
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