DetailsThe poem, its numbers, and the conversation.

Jim Shady.

Member since 2002 · Posted 29 Jul 2002 · 6 comments

I drink till I care no more. My head is shaking and my feet won't touch the floor. I'm felling like a soggy dream. I live inside this mental cage - wondering whether my emotions can be seen. The drugs can only help so much. Nothings going to change my mind. How could she do this to me? I've lost my mind and I don't care. Delightful to disastarous is such a short break. I thought I knew you - thought I was the only one that understood. Maybe its my hair...............

Rate it

0 is the worst, 10 the best. Pick a number, add a comment if you like, then send it. Keys: 0–9 pick, Enter sends.

mean 3.43 weighted 4.58 rank 12569 views 180 View voting details →

7 votes so far. Yours would make 8.7 votes so far

6 comments

[1] Art Glocken 29-Jul-02/5:38 AM Reply

A good first effort - have you done a lot of work ? i'd like to see it. It would be nice if u would cheer up though i sense your at a loose end.

[1] Art Glocken 29-Jul-02/5:50 AM Reply

Absoloute shit.

[8] johnnyfontaine23 29-Jul-02/9:49 AM Reply

Maybe it is your hair, Is it a bit scraggly? or a bit like Gareth Gates'? or maybe Chris Waddle 1990 circa....who knows?..

[8] Mister Cakes 29-Jul-02/2:29 PM Reply

Tell me your sins

[n/a] The troubled sinner 30-Jul-02/5:29 AM Reply

I don't have enough time to tell you my sins from the last day - never mind any longer. I am truly a sinner.

[4] alexander 22-Aug-02/4:09 AM Reply

Yes its your hair, its in your eyes so you can't see to write properly