10-06-2006, 02:53 AM
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| Psychotic Poet Laureate  Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: Minnesota Age: 44
Posts: 103
My Mood:  | Up In Smoke This whole life is nothing but a joke All my hopes and dreams are gone up in smoke Looking to the future there is nothing to see Because of things that happened there is nothing left for me Nothing good has happened for a year or so It really makes me wonder why I shouldn't go Why should I stay here and live with all the bad All I have are memories of all the good we had Now the good is gone never to return All the pain I feel sure makes my heart burn It all came crashing down destroying everything I know All the things that I believed, were they ever true? I'm so tired all the time and I don't know why Sometimes I can't stay awake no matter what I try When I sleep my dreams are haunted by the past Every night I go to sleep hoping it's the last I wake up in the morning thinking here I go again Fighting another fight I know I cannot win It just begs to question why do I even try? My whole damn life has been nothing but a lie
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10-06-2006, 02:32 PM
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| Psychotic Poet Laureate Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: Minnesota Age: 44
Posts: 103
My Mood: | If you read the rest of my poetry it is pretty apparent that I am depressed and with the shit that has happened over the past year I have every right to be  You can read most of my stuff in the Book Contributions area
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