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Cheers to all the friends I have lost

All the great minds I     
have come to       
know are now consumed         
by the unoriginal.      
I choose not to look, for      
the looks on their dying      
faces seem very         
pitiful.         
         
Pen in hand, I work         
endlessly, knowing      
these  words will         
carry me out of the      
middle world, a place         
where I have failed        
the people who       
see through me.         
I'm sorry, but a working         
class hero is not something         
I wish to be.      
         
My friends think it's      
unacceptable, but here I sit,      
telling you that dying is      
inevitable.      
         
It's these words      
that carry me to a         
place that's magical,         
where all my thoughts,      
ideas,         
and innovations      
are not deemed         
impractical.        
         
No money, no fame, and no         
security, this is who         
I truly am, naked to the         
very core. All the      
possibilities projected      
on me seem like nothing,         
but a bore.      
         
Pen being my         
only weapon, my imagination         
runs wild and free, for  it is         
the only way I can make people      
see.         
         
I pour this syrup, in         
hopes I can cope and mend,         
while the people laugh at      
the ideas they can't      
seem to comprehend.         
         
Continuing  to double  
check these answers,
thinking on whether         
I should be consumed         
by all the hate, while I      
contemplate my fate,      
and try to self medicate.        
         
In a reality where         
I can't unwind, I      
attempt to break free,      
trying not to look back         
at the family I have         
left behind.      
         
These endorphins      
continue flowing, and there         
are no signs of me slowing,      
in a drunken haze, where      
I choose not to reminisce      
the cost, but rather, I
pour this drink, and  
cheers to all      
the friends        
I have lost.          
         
         
           
              
             
             
             
             
             
             
  
Blake25
Written by Blake25
Published | Edited 7th Jan 2013
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