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They say there's no life after death
but with me, there's been no life after birth
and all i wait for is these lungs to refuse breathe,
this mind, for once, to finally be at ease,
and this heart to stop beating,
because it hurts to stay alive.
so here's a toast,
to the end of God's morbid joke,
this fucking nightmare i've tried to wake up from
or even tried escaping from in sleep.
drugs have not eased it,
therapy has not healed it.
Tears have stained my heart
and blood has replaced my
fake-it-till-you-make-it attitude,
because atleast they better explain how i feel.
i've been torn and shattered,
bruised and battered,
ripped bit by bit into the light
then shoved into the shadows,
easily forgotten.
who could love and accept this brokeness?
no one of course, as everyday has proven to me.
I've come to expect misery,
because "good days" only bring me to a place
of false hope that makes the crashing back
to my reality that much more painful
and louder.
so here's a toast,
to the end of this invalid: me.
to the end of rejection,
desperation,
wanting
needing,
crying,
breaking,
trying,
failing,
drinking,
kissing,
breathing,
crashing,
lying,
existing.
the end of what has been my shitty life so far.
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Posted by idowhatiwant on 2008-02-07 01:39:20 | Rating: | Views: 138
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wow... this is a real downer... by the way i have a question... whats so bad about "drinking or kissing"?... and a brief answer to "who could love and accept this brokeness?": much love from me to you ;)
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Posted by davidmarx
on 2008-03-02 18:36:22
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