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My Own Friend

by Rai15 

Posted: 13 October 2003
Word Count: 118
Summary: I think i may have posted this before, but got too shy and retracted it.


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Their numbers are dwindling
Soon I will be alone again
In silence
And I will bury my head in my hands
And cry myself to sleep

A suicide of no knowledge
Kept inside away from normality
So unheard
An understanding never grasped
Feelings I own forced wrong

No acceptance of my reality
Shocking truth so crying
Attention
I shall not counterfeit myself
Feelings they are my own

I have tried so hard to flee
Cannot run so I’ve stayed
And punished
So closed minded not a blade
My own self inflict my pain

By a fist, thought or by a word
The pain cannot be felt
So soothing
Failing always never succeed
Even in dying always a failure






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Fearless at 11:28 on 14 October 2003  Report this post
Rai

I wonder why noone has thus far commented on this piece. It reminded me of something Dorothy Parker once wrote in 1937:

Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

'Even in dying always a failure' - why can't we all just learn to take a hint?

Ever amused, confused, astounded and confounded,

Fearless

Rai15 at 14:46 on 14 October 2003  Report this post
I suppose noone takes these hints because deep down we can often be stubborn, I know I am! Thanks fo your comment.

~Rai~

Fearless at 16:53 on 14 October 2003  Report this post
Rai

I am glad that you re-posted this piece.
As for being stubborn, taking hints, etc, some old duffer once said that 'circumstances are not as important as your responses to them'.

Fearless

Rai15 at 19:16 on 14 October 2003  Report this post
Very true.

~Rai~


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