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PainasaurusRex
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Washtenaw Community College

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venting frustration

Posted by PainasaurusRex - May 2nd, 2011


Nothing I do is worth a damn,
Not while my heart is incomplete
It's just the way I fucking am.

I can't focus, I can't really think
All my thoughts are falling flat
I just wish I had my missing link

Lately I've been like glue,
I used to be liquid and flowing,
Now I'm just solid and unmoving.
I was stuck to an oil surface,
Stuck to skin waiting for removal.

I wish I knew what to say,
What to do, what to think.
All the thoughts race through my head,
Useless thoughts, wishful and dead.
Hoping like lead, falling to hell.

No more dreams left for me,
No more happy thoughts for my dreams.
I'm haunted by nightmares,
Fleeting glimpse of what I lost.

No need to rhyme or reason,
I just need to let it all out,
I dwell to long on this,
And it will dwell like an aura--on me.

Giving everyone my fake smile,
Something I was never good at.
They can see straight through it,
but I'm just tired and homesick.
But I'm sick of my home,
and I'm much to tired to be just.
I'm no longer like me,
Just a clone of me without it's soul.

Like a twinge, my heart aches.
Like a candle, my love will die out.
Like it or not, she's gone,
Looks like hers was a shorter whick.

A promise of the world is not enough,
It's like a small bonus on a smaller prize.
I feel like giving up, and breaking down,
My strength is burning out.

My mental muscles are now dead weight,
They all just sit there and laugh at my fate.
The cruel bastards are pressing on me,
The cruel bastards laugh at me.
They bring tears to my eyes because of three words.
They keep bring up those three words.
Over and over again, they cycle through my head.
The three words that confuse me.
They hold me in hope, but feel dead as stone,
I'm held by three simple words that won't let go.
On a green slip of paper they pull and pull,
I love you-- is all she wrote.


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