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Tempeted to slit, Tempted to bleed

To feel pain, to feel real,

So foreign to me

I cry no tears, and so I fear

I am inhuman

Unnaccepted, Uninvited

Unincluded, Undecided

And so I sit

and wish and wonder

how welcoming the arms

of death, would be

with others like me?

would it be

worth leaving behind

thoughts and dreams

of futures in mind

To muster up the courage

to press, to jump

to seed

troubles into something visible

it seems an impossible deed

but i feel like a ghost

invisible to some

but those who do see

opaque

pearly white and barely there

as the hope that I live for.

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

this is sad thoughts of someone feeling hopeless,i wonder will death open his arms for me ,how is it leaving all hopes and dreams behind,this is full of sadness but thoughtful,what will i ever find behind that door if i ever go,will there be heaven ,will there be hell ,will there be torture ,or an everlasting peace,i wonder shall i find joy there,or its just like here,all torments and almost like hell,shall i try ,no,i think life as bitter as it is will soon smile for me and somebody although will only see the ghost of me but that is something glad i wish it to be,wonderful writing ,you inspire me me in every word,very talented writing,i just loved it...

[Ero]

do you mean tempted not temped?

and wondering if the bled blue?

but yeah... um. its kinda repetitive and you really like writing in short bits for emphasis. i think the emphasis would work better if some bits were longer while others were shorter.

love ya

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[A Distant Observer]

Kinda dark don't you think? Such a pity to consider checking out so soon when the real entertainment is just around the corner. I surely hope this is venting so as not to fulfill. I myself feel like this from time to time, but its the idea that the day after I die will be the day that my enemies get whats coming to them and I'd miss it then I'd be real upset. When I'm not feeling bitter I simply try to convince myself that any day now I'll meet that special someone, so I start trying to think positive, regardless of how badly I want to believe its just nonsense. Aside from being dark and worrisome I think your poem expresses true emotional entanglement and I rather enjoy knowing other people are suffering as I am, sick I know. Lastly, thanks for your comments on, my emotional trauma, I hope to see more of you and your great, albeit dark work.