This Is All.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I was just feeling very bad in school. This is a poem about how I mess everything up and no one can count on me.

Submitted: June 06, 2009

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Let's pass it all up.

Let's break all we hold dear.

I hold everything dear

and now everything's gone.

I've fucked it all up.

And it's all going good.

The moment of life to the moment of deathe (all

is destroyed).

Mind can't hide and insanity runs rampant.

How cruel, a time trick has been played (taking all).

Smile smile smile.

Life's going good (it's all going good.)

But the pitch nights with nothing but the highway sounds

(they panic a calm brain).

Don't count on me (I'm a let down).

Don't believe me (I'm a liar).

Don't try (I'm not worth it.)

How hard breathing gets (when you cry all

your thoughts into humiliated, sweaty palms).

Thinking makes it worse and you feel small.

So small it's a strain for anyone to believe you exist.

How can I exist?

I'm merely a flicker, if even that much.


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