Sometimes its hard to think

Sometimes its hard to think

A Poem by Destructive Impulse
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Just made this to get my thoughts down. Better to write about bashing my head in then doing it.

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Sometimes its hard to think

When all you want to do

Is hit your head against the wall

Until the house crumbles down.

Then when you're bloody and buried

You'll have no where to turn

And you will die in agony

Which is still too good for you.

 

Sometimes its hard to think

when you have a gun to your head

and all you want to do is pull the trigger.

The fragments of your fucked up mind

Will splatter against the wall.

and the deed you just committed

Will confirm everyone's suspicions

And people will realize something wasn't right 

But you dont deserve to be on peoples minds

You deserve to have your mind all over the floor.

 

Sometimes Its hard to think

when you have a knife to your wrist

And you want nothing more then to slowley bleed out

but you cant die

For every time you try you fail

Just like at everything you try at

And you're cursed by the gift of life.

And all you want to do is live in the ground

But that would make you happy

And you dont deserve to be happy

And you dont deserve to be free.

© 2012 Destructive Impulse


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This is very turbulent and well written. Your words pack a powerful punch, and the angry under (and over) tones basically scream in the reader's face. Very emotional, and you communicated that emotion brilliantly. I liked it, probably more than is healthy. Really well written!

Posted 11 Years Ago


You're cursed by the gift of life... Well penned

Posted 12 Years Ago



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