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Poetry By: LizLew

More dark thoughts are swirling...sorry.

Submitted:Dec 2, 2011    Reads: 8    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   

There they are again,
Circling my head.
I hear them all once again,
The comments that they said.
Fat, ugly, whore and the rest,
These are mostly the comments that are said at their best.
These are nicer ones I deal with all the time,
Sometimes I wish that I was strong enough to die.
But no, I'm too weak to even do that, so add pathetic to the list,
I need to die, is what I'm told, and soon again I hear this.
"Why can't you just die, you useless bitch? You're taking all the air,
I guess you are way too fat to notice and too ignorant to care."
I'm not too ignorant, but fat and a useless bitch, I agree,
I'm sorry for who I am, I'm sorry for being me.
I don't think I can take this, this abuse, much longer,
I'm becoming even weaker, instead of getting stronger.
A little voice in my head always wonders why,
But not why I'm abused, why can't I die?
Why don't you end it all, just cut away your life?
Slit your throat, over dose, finally do something right?
Just close your eyes and pretend it's one Hell of a long dream,
A nightmare you will always see, instead of the life you breathe.
I wonder why as I walk around aimlessly through this life,
Why can't I die? Because I'm afraid of the Other Side.


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