So it's 3 a.m. and I'm sitting here
And all I can think is
What am I doing?
Where am I going?
Do I even have a future.
All this pain I am in.
Will it ever go away?
All these harsh memories.
Will they ever stop replaying in my head?
Will I really end up just like them?
Those people I hate?
The ones that caused me pain?
Will I end up putting someone I love,
Through the same experience.
To make someone feel my pain,
to shed my tears,
to scream in MY agony?
And the only answer I have is,
I don't know.
The person I am now,
Is screaming no!
But what about the person I will be.
The one who will have to deal
with even more pain than I am now?
Who is to say I won't be one of those people?
Who is to say I won't be who I hate?
Thats not even something I can decide fully myself.
All of these unanswered questions keeping me awake.
And the only answer I have is I don't know.
I'm not sure it is good enough.
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What am I doing?
Where am I going?
Do I even have a future: if you're writing poesty for devArt, likely you're likely well ahead of the shortbus and a bit behind the Model UN delegates
All this pain I am in.
Will it ever go away: Yep. You'd be surprised. WILL be surprised, actually.
All these harsh memories.
Will they ever stop replaying in my head: Again, yes. I've already forgotten what I had for breakfast, so you see that it isn't that hard to lose stuff in that great rusty filing cabinet we call a brain.
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Oh. Wait. Poetry. That's right. Prolly not looking for real answers. There are them "rhetorical" jobbies, right? Weird how introspection tends to suddenly spurt out onto the interwebz like that. Much like a popped zit splattering the bathroom mirror.
Damn, it really IS three in the morning. Off to bed for me.
*re-read it*
I'm pretty sure it was meant to be funny. And it took the second time to get all of your jokes. Man I need to sleep.
It was either funny or insulting, depending on how seriously you took your emoetry.
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If it dosent kill you it will hurt so bad youll wish you were dead
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If it dosent kill you it will hurt so bad youll wish you were dead
pray...
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rainbow shirt ribbed
in acid love
and our lives are ribbed
in plastic love
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