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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Lost in myself i may lose who i love most.

Help me out with a title for this PLEASE.

Submitted: September 12, 2009

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God damnit
Why can't I sleep
Why won't my mind
Just be still
God damnit
Why can't I
just have fun
Without any comebacks
God damnit
We go out with friends
We party for a bit
We go a little crazy
We have a bunch of fun
We make a couple calls
I get chased by a ghost
Why am I followed
Why am I cursed
With a haunted soul
God damnit
We play games
We tell stories
We share sevrets
We eat a lot of food
I laugh 'till I choke
Why do I sense danger
Why can't i have fun
Without being resposible
God Damnit
And then i think of tomorro
I think of my coming pain
My punishment for glutony
My repercussions of fun
I think of how
I won't be able to think straight
I won't be able to focus
God damnit
And then I think of this
My regret of joy
My past following me
And its my fault
I stirred the witches pot
And thinking about it
Maybe I still miss her
Maybe I still hate her
But I'm a forgiving soul
So I can't still be bitter
And I've moved on
I deserve someone better
I have someone better
Maybe I've moved on
But still am not over her
God damnit
Going just a bit too far
It may ruin me
What if my love denies me
After reading this
What if i lose her
Becase i am lost in myself
God damnit
Why does love have to be
So complicated
Why can't i just forget
Everything about her
Why can't i just wake up
Without the memories
Without the images
Without the pain
God damnit
I'll find out tomorrow
if one pain
Can heal another
If physical discomfort
Can disable emotional agony
Or will i
Have to push on
With both at once
God damnit
I can't run from
This fight
I have to stand
I have to figure it out
By myself
But myabe not
Who can i turn to
Who may i call upon
In this hour
My hour of need
My love
Is who i would call
But she can't know
Not just yet
So i
I am Built to Endure
I must endure this
I must press on
Past the memories
Past the graveyard
That is home to that era
of my life
I hate the past
God damnit


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