| Registered: | Oct 15, 2005 5:10 PM |
| ID: | 47744 |
| Title: | User |
| Name: | St. Anger |
| Gender: | Female |
| Eem: | 397 |
| Pet choice: | Ignore |
| eeMail: | Send eeMail |
| Forum posts: | Forum posts |
| Achievements: | Member |
| Pets: | Mistress Misery |
| Last seen: | 1030 weeks, 1 day, 14 hours, 5 minutes ago |
Pronounced Dee V Ous This is all my best poems put together to make a big long really good one. Mail me and tell me what you think of it once finished, please. Be still! You don't own me Be still! I am the one in control Be still! A prowling tiger moving in for the kill Be still! To late your dead and for once eternally Be still! Feeling of trying Love slowly dieing Pain growing stronger Depression having hold longer My life will know no love. You have to let life be in control Well I am the one in control I am going to allow death to rule I have always felt a burning pain The pain of letting my soul go. Crying tears of sadness knowing no gladness Surrounded by badness Death finally comes. Judgement meant for two But given to one An eternity of hell So much fun. Blue because of you Tears cried for two No more pain ever again I will never give in. If love hurts than why do you continue to let the things of pain continue. You say you love me But why can't you see I've given you my heart 100% free. The pain of depression I know is real These feelings I have you cannot feel My hands will be clean of your pain Your blood, my hands, will not be stained. Death that cannot be found Blood stained carpets found all around. The crime that was committed Unsolved the answer never to be found. I prefer the night we each try to compromise with decisions we make Sadness not gladness knowing only tears scars can show the pain from all past years These scars they will not ever heal things I carry. a word I know of a feeling opposite of love misunderstood by a mass multitude feeling only sorrow not wanting morrow needing to know other human touch giving not taking nearly as much as others around you have done If people cared for me I would care for them. I speak but am not heard. I am present but not counted. I accept my ways, I accept how I am and how I always will be, nothing. I live the day as if was my last and the nights as if they are days. I forgave others, but they did not me. I loved a precious few, but all I got was forget you. What I need is not an angel but someone to love like an angel. I loathe the light and exalt the darkness . I fear the known and welcome the unknown . Why hold on and continue this struggle? Why don't I just allow my not known life to be known in my own death? I sit here writing to none but myself for I am the only one who cares. My family says they love me, but yet treat me like a slave. Perhaps my dark style of life is the result of their love. Well thanks to them I welcome death and hate life. May God destroy my soul, for my life has no purpose. It is finished. My love for life does not exist. My mind demands me to insist. To wake up in a world of sorrow I expect the same from t'morrow. I have but one joy in my life. Instead I got both and blessed my God. My love has been reassembled. Past can tell its been remembered. My human side is coming back. My monster ways are dieing. Thanks babygirl your the only one whos trying. Not feeling high Angry at giving in Not knowing whats above Feeling down Under many Below lots. Openly I accept death Wanting to breath no more I seek the sight of My own blood on the floor I challenge life I play with death I wish not to be My pain can't you see The depression has ended Soon also will my life. Not wanting at all Loaning to all Not taking Not wishing for Only wanting to give. Not feeling love No God above Below I may go Heaven I can't see Only Hell will let me be One of importance One of. . . . . . (Thank you to all who helped me write all this, I couldn't do it without you. . . .) | |