I don’t understand,
I don’t know why,
This wasn’t planned,
Please just don’t die,
Stop and think,
Is this what you want?
It’s like permanent ink,
This isn’t nonchalant,
It could be over soon,
Its not a game,
No silly cartoon,
You’ll never be the same.
I hope u enjoyed this poem, i no most of mine are kinda depressing, but thanx 4 all u guys who comment and read them, it means alot.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Never The Same
Posted by lone poet at 1:07 PM
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Depressing or not, it's good. I really like it.
And yeah, it might be depressing, but so is most of what I write (not that anyone ever sees it but that's besides the point). I can't help it and neither can you, sometimes it just comes out like that.
...what's the news? and yeah I'd love to read the poem whenever you get the chance to post it.
Ah, well I'm sorry to hear that. I hope he works everything out.
My brother (the oldest one) is seeing a shrink. Has been on and off since high school. He used to be a cutter too but that's over with now. He's always been kind of an odd ball. It took a while but he's getting better.
He doesn't believe in a high power either but he does meditate. And guess what, it works for him.
He doesn't need to know there's something else out there he just meditates within himself.
You could suggest that to your cousin. I didn't think it would make a difference but it really has for him.
And the other one (the other brother I mean...he's in the middle of the three of us)...
...He's still a problem. I love him though. I can't not. He's my big brother. It's something I can't help but that I wish I could because it would save me a lot of pain and hurting. And disappointment. A shit load of that.
I probably wouldn't be much different, I just wouldn't have to hide so much from my friends. ...-that- is a long story...
It's okay. No need to be sorry. You didn't do anything wrong.
Sure it's hard but (and I totally just read this in an email forward my mom sent me) it's like the 90/10 Principle. You have no control over 10% of an event but you do control 90%. How you react. You can let it ruin your day or you can let it roll off and keep going.
After the first couple incidents I learned that it's harder to go on during the day if I don't just let some things roll off me. At least for the day.
I still get really defensive when people make fun of cutters and druggies and things like that but for what they know (or what I lead them to think) my friends can understand. They try not to say things that'll set me off.
And yeah, I know people who can relate to a certain degree and that always comforts me. I know it's kinda sick but knowing I'm not the only one suffering like this always helps make the pain hurt that much less.
cool stuff there. love the poem kinda relates to me... :( aww me sad!
Its beautiful!
Anyways Yes my middle name is really tiger. thats what they called me at my high school graduation last month! Ive just about always lived with cats, my grandma had 8 and we had 3. I simply love cats the most
It is a good song. I hope you get the chance to listen to it.
I used to think about it all the time but it's easier for my to smile (or pretend to) when I let things like that slip out of my head. If even just for the afternoon.
Goodness. I just found out that my brother, the problem one (the one that's -still- a problem) is coming home for a week. The week before I go back to school.
On the one hand, I've been missing him like nobodies business and I'm really excited...
On the other hand, I'm really worried that he's going to do something wrong again and that once he leaves it'll be me picking up the pieces that make my mom.
I'm not sure how much either of us can take at this point.
I like the poem. Sure some things can be depressing but that can be because something has depressed you and writing about it gets it out of your system. No, it's good.
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Depressing poems are nice(you know what I mean), it makes you think a bit, and wonder where this person is drawing the emotion from.
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