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I don't have very many dreams or goals that most people have, some that are definitely unreachable, but worth striving for. Every now and then I write a story in my head or pen a poem down. The only way I know how to express myself through words is through my writing.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Incapable

Something within consumes me
Burns and screams out silent cries
Torn apart from limbs to thoughts
Words cuts and bleeds through
Hatred run through my veins
Warping my thoughts into overdrive
Panic attacks come frequently
Unable to hold back
One of these days it'll overcome
I'll fall into the void you've left me in
My hands are tied,
Incapable of freeing, incapable of change
Stuck in this mindless stature
Ripping away at every other emotion I've got
Until nothing's left
I'll begin to rip everyone else apart
All that's left of my sanity
Has deteriorated into this-
Cold and sociopathic.
Unsaveable.

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