Inhuman

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this is another poem its nothing like my generation poem and its VERY dark i know that almost most poety is about hard times and thats why i am weary to throw it infront of people i guess its because ive kept these feeling so sacred scared to open myself and i just hope its not just going to be seen as just another dark poem its reflecting a moment of suicide and all the rage to bring me to that point

Submitted: April 16, 2007

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INHUMAN

THESE QUESTIONS ARE COMMING INTO MY HEAD

IM LOSING MY MIND, WISHING TO BE DEAD

IM SCREAMING IN THIS CROWDED ROOM

BUT NO ONE CAN HEAR MY TRAGIC DOOM

IM FEELING SO COLD

AND IM SCARED TO GROW OLD

BUT THIS AGE IS MY JUDGMENT

MY THOUGHTS ARE CONSTANT

IM LOOSING MY LIES

THE UGLY FACE OF TRUTH IS IN MY EYES

IM COVERED IN THESE TEARS I'VE CRIED

IT FEELS AS IF I'VE ALREADY DIED

THERE'S A HOLE INSIDE ME

THAT KEEPS MY LONELY

ALL I WANT IS TO FEEL HUMAN

BUT THIS WORLD IS SO COLD I DONT KNOW IF I CAN

STOP EATING ME AWAY IN TO THIS HELL!

I ONCE TRIED TO LOVE BUT FELL

YOU ALWAYS TELL ME ITS FOR PITY

BUT I DONT FEEL BETTER WITH SYMPATHY

ITS MY QUESTION OF DEATH

THAT KEEPS MY BREATH

BUT NOW IT HURTS TO BREATH


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