ragdoll Posted June 23, 2004 Report Share Posted June 23, 2004 Deeper and deeper digs the knife of despair as the gut wrenches in despiration, deciding which box to open first no one understands you, youre useless and your causing all the probs at home, the voices scream constantly from the side and all around her fear clutches at her soul pulling her further and further away from reality bringing unseen hurt and tears to her eyes she wants to run away she wants to leave yet again but what will they all think here she goes, YET again reapeating her mothers faults, patterns of the past it doesnt seem which direction she takes or which box she opens it will be the wrong choice it only seems that the perfectioinism she once held so true obvioulsy is not so true in the end she is as messed up as this poem and about to die just like her HDD on her PC twisted :angry: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wabbit Posted June 23, 2004 Report Share Posted June 23, 2004 Your poem wasnt messed up, I related well to it. I even enjoyed it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
budgie Posted June 23, 2004 Report Share Posted June 23, 2004 To all, but esp Wabbit & Ragdoll, Adam, Josh, Tulip KNOW. TAKE NOTE. REMEMBER. This is a Fallacy : Perfection Cannot be found on Earth. Never. YOU, and me, are as human as we are made to be. Love always, Budgie. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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