

My selfWalkin by the river, have you ever seen people throwin stones into it? Why? What makes them do so? Is it such an interesting action which can keep you mind busy for minutes? Or is it the point blankness of the mind, lack of surity on anything in particular. I live in that blankness every minute, throwing my thoughts into the river of life. Watchin everyone do somethin for a reason, for some goal attracts me the most. How can you all do this? What's the use? I doubt if I'll ever grow like you all or is it me who's doin right? Questions and thoughts like these keep popping in my empty head. They keep boMy self


My unspoken words part IIAnother meaningless night, I couldn't sleep Thinking about you.My unspoken words part II
Another meaningless tear, Shed under the pain you gave me
Another fit of nausea, I wish I could throw up, The memories that you left.
Another surreal moment, You said "I love you" Another meaningless kiss.
Another game of agony. And I checkmated Dont you know it hurts?
Another waste of words, Trying to loose myself in these stupid poems.
Another slash of knife, look I did it again Even death h
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"Someone may have done you right, or done you wrong; or kept you down from the day you were born - there's no need to apologize for the riot in your eyes, somedays just ain't so easy" ~ Somedays - Audioslave
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i'm sooooooo confused
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" There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in." - Anthem, Leonard Cohen
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When you go home, tell them of us and say: 'For your tomorrow we gave our today.'
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Don't stoop to someone's level, rise above it
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