Dumbshit.

[Bhitiah]

As I write this I realize that my life cant be written between these lines
confined by the time i have, and the time ive already wasted
tasted defeat but never accepted the chance to end my life
though i cry sometimes till the first light to escape
the things i hate like, love and loss and life and this
need to take everything i have and trap them inside these lines
as if to hold them in and keep them away from my brain
the pain it brings just to hold it in
isnt really worth all of this
which seems so effortless
but my lifeline is draining thin, and before i move again
i have to find a way to let all of the pain drain back in
to my stained soul, screaming secretly as if to let no one know
the pain that grows beneath my fingernails as they lift off the keyboard
ive been ripped apart and torn since i was born
and im trying to find away to restart my life
or just rewind to a time when i could breathe enough
to eat the shit i was dished from love
and the sickness to keep my hands above my head
and give in to whatever it is
the worst part is, i dont even know what im giving in to
but half the time i didnt know what i was getting in to
so it never made much difference
that i got this deep in it
and tried to run away from the pain
that haunted a brain seemingly so sane
but never again...
And as I sit writing this talking too much
but saying nothing, i guess that's the story i hide behind these eyes
knowing what to say and how to say it
without having to say shit...
But since I'm sitting here, wasting thoughts
I might as well tell you what brought me to this place
these things I face on the day to day..
Here's what's real
This is how I feel...
....As I sit here and write this I like the way my hands refuse to type this
I guess it keeps me sane, it keeps my brain for overdosing on the pain
I pump through my swollen veins, I guess I dont have much to say
when it comes to saying something to release the hate and pain
and struggle i struggle to get out from
I wanna tell you how I feel, but my figners stop moving
and hover over the letters i could use to produce some kind of understanding
but they dont move, and i dont push them too
sometimes ..most times...all the time
i believe, im better off not knowing

[AlmostFamous]

tasted defeat but never accepted the chance to end my life
though i cry sometimes till the first light to escape
the things i hate like, love and loss and life and this
need to take everything i have and trap them inside these lines
as if to hold them in and keep them away from my brain
the pain it brings just to hold it in

rep up for this

thanks for sharing

[Poetickz]

i liked this...really enjoyed the beginning of it...im guessin this is a vent piece? mostly from the anger frustration i get from it? also form the eventual rambling later on in the piece? always a good thing to vent...keep doin your thing...keep your head up missy.
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[rhino42]

i feel u on this, i sometiumes feel i can relate to alot of ur pieces. i especially liked the beggining of this shit.

stay up peace

[Mind~$oul]

I wish you stop thinkin that everything you write is dumb or wack.

[Czarina WiseDome]

I liked this..

'confined by the time i have, and the time ive already wasted
tasted defeat but never accepted the chance to end my life' - stuck with me.. and will continue to..

Peace!