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NEWEST ************************** Monday, May. 08, 2006 - 1:13 a.m. ************************** "There are things in this world that make me cry;" "There are things in my head I dare not touch;" "There are reasons why I don’t;" "There are too many questions;" "There are not enough answers;" "There are never enough answers;" "These are just words;" "They
are here for you..."
Newest 5 Entries: My Suicide... (Updated) - Sunday, Jun. 17, 2007 |
QUOTE FOR THE DAY:
"Love
is blind, and I am the idiot who forgot to buy a cane."
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What does love do
*************************************************************** It seems that everything I see nowadays brings forth a kind of disgust inside of me. Every empty smile I see on the street and every blade of grass in a field make me choke with spite. It seems that every place the light hits pains me to the very core. Sometimes I wish the world was dark or that I was blind so I would not have to see the leaves in the wind or the birds in the sky. I wish I didn't have to see those joyous things because they remind me of the hurt I feel inside. I wish I could see these things and smile, however, seeing children playing or couples romancing drops me to my knees and makes me want to weep like a child. The want for my
innocent childhood returns to me and also the reminders of the pain love has brought can be a large load for a weakened soul to bear. In every place and in every face I see some hidden torment from my past. Every face that grins at me seems to be an evil grin and every pair of eyes that looks my way seems to hold some deadly secret that could shake me to my very core. Sometimes, I wish I were blind so much that I want to gouge out my eyes so never to see the light of day again. I want my whole world to be black so what I see will mirror what is held in the deepest parts of my soul. Alas, every grain of sand and every speckle of dust in the wind will hurt me more as it mirrors my past instead of myself. There is no hope for escape when everything I see appears to be a thorn from days and years gone by. Love hasn't been kind has it? You should search libraries or churches for love...something a little more low-key. And don't feel bad, I am exactly the same way.
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