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I hate when someone close to you says I'll see you tomorrow
And then I fucking get a phone call and I hear they are arranging a funeral for them
They rip out my heart and stomp on it
They must of never given a crap on how I would feel about it
The thought sickens me
It makes me think they never wanted to be my friend
When will the hell on earth be fucking over???
It's driving me fucking INSANE!!!!!
I don't want any part of anyone
If it means I have to lose the ones I love
So I am done letting people into my heart
And then I fucking get a phone call and I hear they are arranging a funeral for them
They rip out my heart and stomp on it
They must of never given a crap on how I would feel about it
The thought sickens me
It makes me think they never wanted to be my friend
When will the hell on earth be fucking over???
It's driving me fucking INSANE!!!!!
I don't want any part of anyone
If it means I have to lose the ones I love
So I am done letting people into my heart
Published 21st Apr 2012
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21st Apr 2012 4:33am
21st Apr 2012 7:22am
I don't have many feelings left since my father died on me in 2004 when I was 13 years old. I really took it hard when he pasted so I feel ya on this poem alot.
21st Apr 2012 7:29am
22nd Apr 2012 9:06pm
i know how it is. its like a slap in the face. good job, and im sorry too. recently had one do that to me.
1st May 2012 00:48am
I hope that you have, by now, been able to find a little peace and solice after such a terrible shock.
As a seriel-suicide person I can honestly say that, when the blackness envelopes you, all thoughts of friends, family and loved ones is lost in the ethereal fog. It is so, so hard to recognise the point just before the fog suffocates you, that you need to reach out and ask someone for help.
May love, respect and peace be granted to you, my sweet Lady.
D x
As a seriel-suicide person I can honestly say that, when the blackness envelopes you, all thoughts of friends, family and loved ones is lost in the ethereal fog. It is so, so hard to recognise the point just before the fog suffocates you, that you need to reach out and ask someone for help.
May love, respect and peace be granted to you, my sweet Lady.
D x
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