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Aug 2011
I can't stop writing.
I can't stop feeling sad.
I can't stop being nervous.
I can't stop losing what I had.

I'm depressed and under-loved.
At least that's how I feel.
I can't stop eating my words.
I have them for every meal.

I gorge my self on pity.
I eat all my regrets.
I can't stop shoving it down.
All my problems are like pets.

I groom, I feed, I love them.
But always, in the end.
They hurt me oh so badly.
My heart gets bruised and bent.

My only wish is to stop.
I can't stop ever wishing.
But the only constant in my life.
Is that all the good is always missing.

A tortured soul? I wouldn't say.
I don't like to complain.
But I can't stop complaining.
I like to feel the pain.

Longer then the others.
The list goes on and on.
And I can't stop writing because
Sadness is my song.
Written by
Dean Bonsignore
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