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Desperate (Pint-Sized Poem #40)
I hurt myself to feel something.
I break my heart to remind myself it's beating.
I cry so I may taste my own personal sorrows.
I sold my soul to the devil just to see if God was real.
I lost my mind just so I have a reason to be as stupid as I am.
I argue with my family just so they'll listen.
I sit with people that ignore me just so I feel I'm not alone.
I enter competitions just so I have a reason to write something down.
I want love--
I want talent--
I want attention--
I want intelligence--
I want to be famous--
I want to feel like I'm still breathing--
Am I selfish?
Or is this just desperation?
*Written for the "Desperation" Competition.
I break my heart to remind myself it's beating.
I cry so I may taste my own personal sorrows.
I sold my soul to the devil just to see if God was real.
I lost my mind just so I have a reason to be as stupid as I am.
I argue with my family just so they'll listen.
I sit with people that ignore me just so I feel I'm not alone.
I enter competitions just so I have a reason to write something down.
I want love--
I want talent--
I want attention--
I want intelligence--
I want to be famous--
I want to feel like I'm still breathing--
Am I selfish?
Or is this just desperation?
*Written for the "Desperation" Competition.
Published 17th Nov 2014
| Edited 15th Sep 2017
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17th Nov 2014 9:42am
I liked the self referential irony in the line about entering competitions. Clever.
Tell me, in the effective use of repetition, was increment in the syllable count deliberate? I like clever.
Tell me, in the effective use of repetition, was increment in the syllable count deliberate? I like clever.
