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Sep 2010
I love the feeling of knowing I'm nothing;
I have to because I never feel like something.
I'm a worthless pile of ****, I know
With too much pride inside to let it show.
I'm falling and falling from a great height
Around me they laugh thinking I'm a funny sight
I've never been loved and know that no one ever will
Not a tear will be shed until death has made his ****
And over my grave all those who laughed will cry
And I wonder if it's best for me to be dead or alive
At least if I **** myself, people will learn
A lesson and their conscience will burn
With all the regret and sorrow they feel
While at the grave yard they cry as they kneel

These words spill unto the page before me
Using these words, my pain everyone else can see
All I have now are words and a page
And I scream them as if I'm onstage
To the masses of people that walk by me each day
My mind is in total disarray
Why don't you hear me?
Why don't you see?
I scream at them as they walk by
I'm so alone and I begin to cry
The screaming was all in my head
none of them could hear what I said
Just a little girl shopping with her family
That was the only thing of me they could see

Why do the tears sting my eyes so?
The salt in them, this I know
But there must be something more
That makes my eyes so sore
My family hates the world in which I want to be
On nothing do we ever agree
I want to be who I really am
I want to just get rid of all them
Cause them all the same amount of pain
As me and how hard I try to stay sane
Hate is a dull word compared
To what I feel because you never really cared
I want to **** myself because of all the pain I feel
If I died, would you go to my grave, and cry as you kneel?

I shall write forever more
Right until the day I knock on hell's door
Until the end of the world shall come
And god bears yet another only son
Until never more shall the sun rise
Is when I will never again open my eyes
Ashes unto ashes and dust unto dust
Sooner or laster, join them I must
But until then I bid thee farewell
While inside of a hole I shall dwell
No one will care to look for me
No one will bother their eyes to see
No one will with me even plea
To come back home once more
This poem probably wont make much sense due to the frame of mind I was in at the time, but I'm might as well post it up here, lol.
Written by
Dezmond John Richard Wise  Winnipeg, Manitoba.
(Winnipeg, Manitoba.)   
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