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Torment (Free verse) by ThoughtfulSoul

Voices calling from Hades awaiting my arrival. Voices whispering from inside my mind awaiting for my demise. I can feel the emptiness in my heart and I wonder why. I don't choose to be this way, but I am. I wish I could be Mr. Popularity, but my hatred for people stops me from accomplishing my goal. I hate myself and for that I'm tormented with awful dreams and low self esteem. I can think of numerous ways to end my despair, and they all to seem to end with suicide. Hanging, suffocating, overdose, to slit my wrist, jumping off a building or bridge, or the prayer to God to take my life while I sleep. My torment is myself, and no matter how hard I try I can't get rid of this mother fucker.

?-Dave_Mysterious-? 18-Oct-03/5:19 AM
I always thought that poetry was wet and only for squares. I also thought that it couldn't be relevant to the youth of today. However, then I saw that you had used the phrase "mother fucker" at the end of your poem, and I realised just how wrong I had been. This really hit me hard.




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