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: angst 101
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on Monday, September 19 @ 06:29:24 UTC
rebbie writes:: " Ah. depression is back.
mocking. lying. accusing.
strangling, paralyzing.
destroying........................
why? what's wrong?
what have I done now?
until when will I feel the pangs of loneliness and helplessness.
when will confusion be through with me.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarggghhhh...
i hate..i hate...everything!!!!!!!!!
oh, but I hate hating.
life is such a bitch.
blah. im done.
I wanna quit.
tired of trying to escape
and even trying to rationalize everything.
when will i see the results of months of hardwork.
my efforts to have a new life.
a good one.
a life full of love.
God help me.
i am not gonna kill myself.
im not through with You.
fear of death has fade,
all I need now is sense........
a sense of meaning.
a big & fat reason to live.
sorry forgive me.
ive been a fool.
im sick, im tired.
its all my fault.
my enemies...they look at me with haughty eyes...and laugh theyre evil laugh...
what have I done? nothing....i have done them no wrong.
but still.....I am made to cry.
I hate being on earth's ground. I just want to fly.
but I also want strength to fight.
the demons within and without.
"
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Re: angst 101 (Score: 1)
by Hellenized_Oxford on Wednesday, September 28 @ 19:56:36 UTC
(User Info | Send a Message) | As far as I can fathom your message, this is pure pain. Its natural for some poets to be alone, that is our chief quality and its life's follies which gives way to a satirical insight. If we had some 'friendly' people our worl would be worth little since life would be no cutting edge, just some Platonic un-realism. be aware of your talent and conitnue to write, our first pieces are our worst ones but as poets, we can fix that. Its ineteresting to have enemies, it makes them look so foolish when they're calling you names, after all, it takes one to know one? keep your head up high and show them your intellectual dukes! Punch them deep within their souls and they'll falter like little insignificant vermin.
Good luck |
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