lpunderground
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ok this isnt a poem,story or anything like that its just something i wrote when i was mad and ****** at my parents. tell me what u think.
“My parents…… the cause of all my pain. It never stops. My blood boils and I had no way out. My friends tried there best to help but it was unsuccessful. All alone in this world of my life. Nothing but a few people I can trust and relay on. So many time I wanted to cry for myself so the pain would wash away, so many times I wanted to scream it all away, so many times….. I don’t know if anyone will really know how I feel. They may understand what they can but they cant ever guess how I really feel. Too many times I spent all alone in my world, trying to find a escape but it never works I come crashing back to reality. Thoughts slowly fill my head a means of trying to get out and break free.. never will it work. Never will anyone listen to what I think, always passing me by… my outlet works for a while but it cant compare to the emotions I really feel. All the times I spent in my room reflecting on those memories……the anger I felt…….it never has a end its always there… always will be there…..no matter what I put up, buried beneath the happiness is the cold, anger, regret and pain…….my life, my solitude….the only safe place for now.”
“My parents…… the cause of all my pain. It never stops. My blood boils and I had no way out. My friends tried there best to help but it was unsuccessful. All alone in this world of my life. Nothing but a few people I can trust and relay on. So many time I wanted to cry for myself so the pain would wash away, so many times I wanted to scream it all away, so many times….. I don’t know if anyone will really know how I feel. They may understand what they can but they cant ever guess how I really feel. Too many times I spent all alone in my world, trying to find a escape but it never works I come crashing back to reality. Thoughts slowly fill my head a means of trying to get out and break free.. never will it work. Never will anyone listen to what I think, always passing me by… my outlet works for a while but it cant compare to the emotions I really feel. All the times I spent in my room reflecting on those memories……the anger I felt…….it never has a end its always there… always will be there…..no matter what I put up, buried beneath the happiness is the cold, anger, regret and pain…….my life, my solitude….the only safe place for now.”
