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BTW this j entry is a bit dark and scary hope you are ok mate, I also tend to write dark poetry when I get down or depressed.
I shall leave you with one
I lay naked on the floor
In a foetal position
My heart in a cage
Of a miserable prison
Caressing the cold steel
Of the gun in my hand
Oh what shall become
Of this lonely man
The harsh suck of a breath
Drawn through a sob
The task has been set
But can I finish the job
I am down and in pain
And drowning in sorrow
I am in the darkest of days
I can see no tomorrow
What the fuck am I doing
Why am I feeling like this
Does anyone care
Will I really be missed
Perhaps I should just
Put done this gun
Then go and get pissed
Or better still
Go and phone Mum
But no the damage is done
Ill stay true to my course
My hand grips the gun
A life taken by force
If only out there
Someone understood why
And would accept me
Without judging
Because I dont want to die
Just a soft touch
Or a kind spoken word
Not said in pity
At this freak lying there
But with genuine love
From someone who cares
But I am scared and alone
And unsure who to trust
So its back to my gun
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
-Sonofjah 2005-
[Edited on May 10, 2006 8:05AM]