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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic

Personal Insight. First poem ever written.

Since I've grown up, I've gotten tired of the world. 

The disillusion deepens, as dark thoughts begin to creep in.

I see the people weaping, and it's got be fucking freaking.

My mind's deluded, going crazy I've concluded - But I don't know how to do it.

Is what I'm doing wrong? Is my conscience gone? 

Breaking up the weed, put in the bong. Buy a gram of coke, sniff it til it's gone. 

But I wonder how long, until it dawns - on me, that what I'm doing is wrong

I wonder where I'll be when all my friends are gone.

Will I be all alone, like a dog without a bone, a man without a home, floating hopelessly with no goals?

I've been told, that when you grow old you find peace.

Peace of what, there's no peace of mind in these thoughts of mine

I've spent so much time inside my own mind, I've gotten lost.

I can't find home, it's unknown to me. 

This is the kinda shit I used to think privately, but I can't. 

It's taking it's toll on me, this depression's got a hold on me.

Submitted: December 16, 2014

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