Boy is Dead, The
By steve_j_1985
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The intricacies of this life are such that sometimes I don't know
what to do and I feel empty like there's nothing in my head because I
feel I have no meaning to this fickle world and sometimes I PUNCH just
to make sure im still here but sometimes I cannot even bring myself
round to that sometimes I don't even punctuate or leavegapsbetweenwords
and this makes me sick sick at myself for this chemical imbalance that
is bestowed on such a dead dead boy because when I'm like this I am
cold so very cold to even the people I love dearly and I break easy as
a twig under the weight of a freight train snap I go SNAP SNAP SNAP and
then I recede back into the watery depths of solitude with the hum hum
of the walls of my house or the phhhhhheeeeewwwww of the wind on
suicide bridge with distant hint of CHOO CHOO but no visual sign for
the tears teasing my lashes and trickling down a face FUCKED WITH ANGER
MOST HORRID I can't feel emotion so how can I tell you what I am I
don't know but you sure as hell expect it from me and all I want to do
is jump but for the pain I'll leave behind oh and here's another thing
I'm in love with you and you know it but I'll never tell that suits you
fine blood and soul pour from the wound and the world creeps in and
makes me part of it's infection as I bang these walls for help but help
is very hard to come by for the unknown boy a boy who sinks further
every day until the last drop of blood is bled and the last inch of
soul has left me shuddering waiting for the words I won't be alive to
hear THE BOY IS DEAD but i knew that already
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