There are billions of people in the world, yet I feel like I'm alone\nAnd all I try to do is right, but everyone seems to treat me wrong\nSo I lash out in rage, but what I say is never heard\nBecause I've learned to turn my cheek and swallow all these hateful words\nBut I'm getting tired now and I can only take so much\nBecause with everything that happens my soul is slowly being touched\nSo I make others laugh just to escape all my pain\nBut every time I'm down no one's there to do the same\nSo I sit back and relax, while I nurse all my wounds\nAs I lay terribly depressed in a dark solemn room\nSomehow this little balled up aggression\nIs slowly changing into an even bigger depression\nSomething I can't take and can't shake\nAnd eats away with every second\nI've now acquired too many emotions to ever explain\nIt feels like there's demons as well as angels fighting for control of my pain\nAnd for some strange reason my heart is being pulled in opposite directions\nOne has the side of g
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Being a poet myself, I have to say it's a good poem, but what it's saying is you are not really dealing with the pain and hurt too well. My heart goes out to you. I hurt for you, and also, identify with you. I'm compiling a book of my poems, called "Pain On Paper". The poetry for us is a release of our pain...........keep on writing! You're doing good! Talk to somebody though, a friend, a counselor.......\nSOMEBODY! Get the pain out!!
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HEALING PRAYER\nHer body has set itself against the harmony of the universe;\nthus, she feels pain.\nLet there be an end to this, and let joy return.\n\nHer mind has set itself against the understanding of the universe;\nthus, she feels confusion.\nLet there be an end to this, and let joy return.\n\nHer spirit has set itself against the serenity of the universe;\nthus, she feels distress, and she feels despair.\nLet there be an end to this, and let joy return.\n\nShe has set her body, mind, and spirit\nto struggle among themselves and against all that is holy.\nLet there be an end to this, and let wholeness return.\n\nMay she be humble enough to grant herself\nthat same lovingkindness she grants all other things.\nMay she be humble enough to grant herself\nthat same lovingkindness that others show toward her.\nAmen.
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My heart has been divided\nThis term please understand.\nMy husband has a fraction,\nOne third is in his hand.\n\nWith the addition of my son,\nMy love grew even more.\nMy heart grew larger,\nTwo thirds now accounted for.\n\nI bore another son,\nNow my love is times three.\nThe equation seems to work,\nMy heart's division completes me.\n\nI have calculated my life,\nThe solution is very clear.\nThe happiness I feel daily,\nIs the love of a family I hold dear.\n\n\nAdditional:\nThx for the thumbs down whomever it was.. now I feel like crap..
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ONE, TWO, THREE!!!\nYEAH!!!\nDROP IT!!!\nBones in the water and dust in my lungs\nAbsorbing archaic like a sponge\nThe ultimate way is the way you control\nBut can you stay if you detach your soul\nBury the present and squeeze out the past\nThe ones you endear to never last\nChemical burns and the animalistic\nI'm just anohter harline psuedo-statistic\nCan you feel this?\nI'm dying to feel this\nCan you feel this?\nBlood on the paperand skin on my teeth\nTrying to commit to whats beneath\nTo find the time is to lose the momentum\nYou learn the lessons and immediately forget them\nAutomatic and out of my reach\nConsult all the waste to find the key\nMinimal life and the polysyllabic\nI'm just another blank page - push the button, pull the rage\nCan you feel this?\nI'm dying to feel this\nCan you feel this?\nI am all, but what am I?\nAnother number that isn't equal to any of you\nI control, but I comply\nPick me apart, then pick up the pieces\nI'm uneven\nI am the damaged one\nAll my life and the damage done\nCan you feel this?\nI'm dying to feel this\nCan you feel this?\nI'm dying to feel this\nI am all, but what am I?\nAnother number that isn't equal to any of you\nI control, but I comply\nPick me apart, then pick up the pieces\nI'm uneven
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You feel miserable and sad.\nYou feel exhausted a lot of the time with no energy .\nYou feel as if even the smallest tasks are sometimes impossible.\nYou seldom enjoy the things that you used to enjoy-you may be off sex or food or may 'comfort eat' to excess.\nYou feel very anxious sometimes. \n\nYou don't want to see people or are scared to be left alone. Social activity may feel hard or impossible.\n\nYou find it difficult to think clearly.\n\nYou feel like a failure and/or feel guilty a lot of the time.\n\nYou feel a burden to others.\n\nYou sometimes feel that life isn't worth living. \n\nYou can see no future. There is a loss of hope. You feel all you've ever done is make mistakes and that's all that you ever will do.\nYou feel irritable or angry more than usual.\n\nYou feel you have no confidence.\n\nYou spend a lot of time thinking about what has gone wrong, what will go wrong or what is wrong about yourself as a person. You may also feel guilty sometimes about being critical of others (or even thinking critically about them).\nYou feel that life is unfair.\n\nYou have difficulty sleeping or wake up very early in the morning and can't sleep again. You seem to dream all night long and sometimes have disturbing dreams.\n\nYou feel that life has/is 'passing you by.'\n\nYou may have physical aches and pains which appear to have no physical cause, such as back pain.\n\nIt's this wealth of depression symptoms, and the broad scope that confuses many people as to what depression actually is. Explanations rarely cover all the symptoms, and everybody's experience is different.
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Lost in the dark reality..\nI am true insanity..\nCold eyes watch every move..\nAs the rain falls..\nAnd the wolf calls..\nThe blood smears..\nAs I drown you in your tears.. \nLives are shattered like mirrors..\nThe lights of hope put out..\nBit by bit we are torn apart..\nYet the battle wages on..\nSome are in the darkness waiting for the dawn that will never come..\nWhile others look the pain and death in the eyes\nAnd try to save other's lives..\nBut in the end..\nWe are like sand blown away in the wind.\n\nWaiting for the cold whisper of fate..\nI am true insanity..\nSilently and gracefully I make blood drops fall from the red-purple sky..\nHe wished I would just die..\nAll this over his lie..\nI attack every Suna moon..\nAs I walk away, I leave blood on every sand dune..\nI wander through the desert..\nDrenched in blood with darkness in my hand..\nThey just cant understand..\nI am true insanity..\n\nI can no longer stand reality..\nI am true insanity..\nI am alone..\nThe only one who I trust is the voice..\nWho resides in my head..\nAnd she wants you dead..\nSo I grant her wish..\n\nShe hates all women except me and herself..\nI am true insanity\nShe fills my head with beliefs and drowns out my past with soothing songs of death..\nShe thinks of me as her daughter and calls me her little desert rose..\nA rose burned from the harsh sun.. Hated for being different..\nA rose that drenches herself in blood to be red like the others..\nYet is never the same..\nSo she hides herself in shame..\nAnd kills..\nTo have the thrills..\nAnd happiness the others have..\n\nShe sings the song desert rose when I cry..\nAnd my eyes always seem to get dry..\nThus I sing Desert Rose every Suna moon.. While I attack..\nYet there is one thing I lack..\nLove..\nIn the streets and buildings they speak of me in whispers..\nCall me the desert rose..\nSay im always close..\nThey say if you go out deep into the desert on a Suna moon you can hear me..\nWatching from the shadows of a Suna moon..
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depression alot of people deal with...alot of people deal with stress from other people like family feeling not good enough all different reasons...but u hurting urself dont make u feel better its a way to vent a little but ur still pissed or bummed out in the end...thinking that killing urself will help it wont...u'll have ur family thinking why did u do that..or why was he so stupid or selfish..and if someone or people dont like u then u killing urself makes them feel like they win..why give up on the fight..and let them feel like they win...prove them wrong by getting up and start thinking ok im goin to do this and this and get my life back on track...one step at a time..and if someone trys to say u cant do that or what r u doing..don't let them get u down get an attitude with them and be like look this is what im doin i dont need to explain to u, as long as ur happy screw everyone else...use ur anger into ur power and make urself stronger...seriously..i know ur thinking yeah right u dont know anything im goin through..thats right i dont know what ur goin through..but i know i overcome abuse and sexual abuse and mental and physical abuse my whole life and yeah i wanted to give up and die more than once and the first time i was 3 years old...and im still here im 24 now and happy and dont deal with depression anymore..i dont let myself get bummed out..i fight myself im like no im not letting this drag me down i know its not my fault yeah it hurts and sucks but ill get over it..u just have to think positive..u want to talk to me ill share what i can with u..my yahoo messenger id is the same as my name on here so i.m ill try to help u..but im just letting u know that killing urself is like giving up and life is a blessing and filled with fun and excitement u got to be adventourus and have patience for things to get better and enjoy day to day,it just takes time...
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Ok, you're in the wrong category for poetry.\n\nOr for relationships.\n\n\nAnd the poem is extremely depressing and morose.  If this is how you feel IRL, you need to see a doctor for your depression.
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Oh how sad and its too bad\nSo many people talkin and not about the clockin\nSaw this yesterday, still no one wants to play\nThey didn't catch the fun\nIt's like they're all undone\nAnd here I am, I mostly wail the blues\nLove my jazz before I rime with yous\nI love my scats, and BETTER than that\nI can keep up with a rime on time.\n\nCan you feel it?\nWill you still it?\nIs it like a game of cards that you can deal it?\nI pity the people who can't have fun\nLike they have to shoot it down with a gun.\n\n:D
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Maybe the world is blind, or just a little unkind.\nDon’t know.\nSeems you can’t be sure of anything anymore, although,\nYou maybe lonely and then, one day you’re smiling again.\nEvery time I turn around,\nI see the girl that turns my world around.\nStanding there . . .\n\nEvery time I turn around,\nHer spirit’s lifting me right off the ground.\nWhat’s gonna be?  Guess we’ll just wait and see.
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Sometimes you feel that the problem is so heavy\nSometimes it feels so hard and you say "I can't take it"\nJust watch the heavens\nMaybe you can see something\nOr just call me up\nAnd you'll know that forever....\n\nLets hold our hands\nI will not leave you in this journey\nIn this world of uncertainties\nLet's hold our hands\nCause I will not leave you in this journey\nIn this desolate world....\n\nSometimes you feel\nThe world has been torn apart\nAnd the stream of problems is taking you away\nJust watch the heavens\nMaybe you can see something\nOr just call me up\nAnd you'll know that forever....\n\nDon't you dare say that your alone\nAlways keep in mind that you always have a comrade\nI am always here, forever here\n\n\nThere you have it! By the way, what is your nationality? Are you a TFC subscriber? \n\nGo vote or yeng!
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It's by Paulette Kelly.  If you or someone you know is in trouble, go get help.  There is help out there.  Go to a shelter or a safe house or the police.  Don't deal with this alone.\n\nI got flowers today.\nIt wasn't my birthday or any other special day.\nWe had our first argument last night,\nAnd he said a lot of cruel things that really hurt me.\nI know he is sorry and didn't mean the things he said.\nBecause he sent me flowers today.\n\nI got flowers today.\nIt wasn't our anniversary or any other special day.\nLast night, he threw me into a wall and started to choke me.\nIt seemed like a nightmare.\nI couldn't believe it was real.\nI woke up this morning sore and bruised all over.\nI know he must be sorry.\nBecause he sent me flowers today.\n\nI got flowers today,\nAnd it wasn't Mother's Day or any other special day.\nLast night, he beat me up again.\nAnd it was much worse than all the other times.\nIf I leave him, what will I do?\nHow will I take care of my kids?\nWhat about money?\nI'm afraid of him and scared to leave.\nBut I know he must be sorry.\nBecause he sent me flowers today.\n\nI got flowers today.\nToday was a very special day.\nIt was the day of my funeral.\nLast night, he finally killed me.\nHe beat me to death.\nIf only I had gathered enough courage \nand strength to leave him, \nI would not have gotten flowers...today.
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Hammer Smashed Face by Cannibal Corpse\n\nThere's something inside me\nIt's, it's coming out\nI feel like killing you\nLet loose the anger, held back too long\nMy blood runs cold\n\nThrough my anatomy, dwells another being\nRooted in my cortex, a servant to its bidding\n\nBrutality now becomes my appetite\nViolence is now a way of life\nThe sledge my tool to torture\nAs it pounds down on your forehead\n\nEyes bulging from their sockets\nWith every swing of my mallet\nI smash your fucking head in, until brains seep in\nthrough the cracks, blood does leak\ndistorted beauty, catastrophe\nSteaming slop, splattered all over me\n\nLifeless body, slouching dead\nLecherous abcess, where you once had a head\n\nAvoiding the prophecy of my new found lust\nYou will never live again, soon your life will end\nI'll see you die at my feet, eternally I smash your face\nfacial bones collapse as I crack your skull in half\n\nCrushing, cranial, contents\n\nDraining the snot, I rip out the eyes\nSqueezing them in my hands nerves are incised\nPeeling the flesh off the bottom of my weapon\nInvoluntarily pulpifying facial regions\n\nSuffer, and then you die\nTorture, pulverized\n\nAt one with my sixth sense, I feel free\nTo kill as I please, no one can stop me\n\nCreated to kill, the carnage continues\nViolently reshaping human facial tissue\n\nBrutality becomes my appetite\nViolence is now a way of life\nThe sledge my tool to torture\nAs it pounds down on your forehead
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The Awakening\n\nA time comes in your life when you finally get it...when, in the midst\nof all your fears and insanity, you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere\nthe voice inside your head cries out - ENOUGH!\n\nEnough fighting and crying or struggling to hold on.\n\nAnd, like a child quieting down after a blind tantrum, your sobs begin\nto subside, you shudder once or twice, you blink back your tears and begin\nto look at the world through new eyes.\n\nThis is your awakening.  You realize it's time to stop hoping and waiting for something to change...or for happiness, safety and security to come galloping over the next horizon.\n\nYou come to terms with the fact that no one is Prince Charming or\nCinderella and that in the real world there aren't always fairy tale endings\n(or beginnings for that matter) and that any guarantee of "happily ever\nafter" must begin with you...and in the process a sense of serenity is born\nof acceptance.\n\nYou awaken to the fact that you are not perfect and that not everyone\nwill always love, appreciate or approve of who or what you are ... and\nthat's OK. They are entitled to their own views and opinions.\n\nAnd you learn the importance of loving and championing yourself...and in\nthe process a sense of new found confidence is born of self- approval.\n\nYou stop complaining and blaming other people for the things they did to\nyou (or didn't do for you) and you learn that the only thing you can really\ncount on is the unexpected.\n\nYou learn that people don't always say what they mean or mean what they\nsay and that not everyone will always be there for you and that it's not\nalways about you.\n\nSo, you learn to stand on your own and to take care of yourself...and in\nthe process a sense of safety and security is born of self-reliance. You\nstop judging and pointing fingers and you begin to  accept people as they are and to overlook their shortcomings and human frailties..and in the process a sense of peace and contentment is born of forgiveness.\n\nYou realize that much of the way you view yourself, and the world around\nyou, is as a result of all the messages and opinions that have been\ningrained into your psyche.\n\nAnd you begin to sift through all the junk you've been fed about how you\nshould behave, how you should look, how much you should weigh, what you\nshould wear, what you should do for a living, how much money you should make, what you should drive, how and where you should live, who you should marry, the importance of having and raising children, and what you owe your parents,\nfamily, and friends.\n\nYou learn to open up to new worlds and different points of view. And you\nbegin reassessing and redefining who you are and what you really stand for.\n\nYou learn the difference between wanting and needing and you begin to\ndiscard the doctrines and values you've outgrown, or should never have\nbought into to begin with ... and in the process you learn to go with your instincts.\n\nYou learn that it is truly in giving that we receive. And that there is\npower and glory in creating and contributing and you stop maneuvering\nthrough life merely as a "consumer" looking for your next fix.\n\nYou learn that principles such as honesty and integrity are not the outdated\nideals of a bygone era but the mortar that holds together the foundation upon which you must build a life.\n\nYou learn that you don't know everything, it's not your job to save the\nworld and that you can't teach a pig to sing.\n\nYou learn to distinguish between guilt and responsibility and the\nimportance of setting boundaries and learning to say NO.\n\nYou learn that the only cross to bear is the one you choose to carry and\nthat martyrs get burned at the stake.\n\nThen you learn about love -- How to love, how much to give in love, \n\nwhen to stop giving and when to walk away.\n\nYou learn to look at relationships as they really are and not as you\n
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I can't fight this feeling any longer\nAnd yet I'm still afraid to let it flow\nWhat started out as friendship has grown stronger\nI only wish I had the strength to let it show \n\nI tell myself that I can't hold out forever\nI said there is no reason for my fear\n'Cause I feel so secure when we're together\nYou give my life direction, you make everything so clear \n\nAnd even as I wander,\nI'm keeping you in sight\nYou're a candle in the window\nOn a cold, dark winter's night\nAnd I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might \n\nAnd I can't fight this feeling anymore\nI've forgotten what I started fighting for\nIt's time to bring this ship into the shore\nAnd throw away the oars forever \n\n'Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore\nI've forgotten what I started fighting for\nAnd if I have to crawl upon the floor,\nCome crashing through your door,\nBaby, I can't fight this feeling anymore \n\nMy life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you\nI've been running around in circles in my mind\nAnd it always seems that I'm following you, girl,\nCause you take me to the places that alone I'd never find \n\nAnd even as I wander,\nI'm keeping you in sight\nYou're a candle in the window\nOn a cold, dark winter's night\nAnd I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might \n\nAnd I can't fight this feeling anymore\nI've forgotten what I started fighting for\nIt's time to bring this ship into the shore\nAnd throw away the oars forever \n\n'Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore\nI've forgotten what I started fighting for\nAnd if I have to crawl upon the floor,\nCome crashing through your door,\nBaby, I can't fight this feeling anymore
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Ya wanna hear something goofy? When I was a teenager, I felt just like you! I would wish to god I was a Siamese twin, just so I wouldn't feel so alone. It is hard to explain, I wasn't really lonely cause I had lots of friends and people who loved me, it's more a feeling that all of them and the whole human race belonged to this,(something) what ever it was except me! I could be in a room full of people yet feel all alone. Then one day I started asking myself: WHAT DO I WANT? As I lay in my dark bed   crying myself to sleep, I would ask: WHAT DO I WANT RIGHT NOW? WHAT WOULD MAKE ME FEEL AND FILL THE VOID IN ME? Perhaps something that would make me a part of something! Well I don't really know what to tell you except I volunteered for a suicide hot line, I served underprivileged children dinners, I  worked at a mission, helping the homeless, I sat with the elderly etc. and as time passed, the awful feeling of being alone gradually went away! That was quite a few years ago and I haven't felt that way since. I don't know what happened, but what ever it was, it sure worked for me. Maybe it will work for you too! Good Luck!
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Mad World By Gary Jules\n\n\nAll around me are familiar faces, \nWorn out places, \nWorn out faces, \nBright and early for the daily races, \nGoing nowhere, \nGoing nowhere, \nTheir tears are filling up their glasses, \nNo expression, \nNo expression, \nHide my head I wanna drown my sorrow, \nNo tomorrow, \nNo tomorrow, \nAnd I find it kind of funny, \nI find it kind of sad, \nThe dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had, \nI find it hard to tell you, \nI find it hard to take, \nWhen people run in circles it's a very very, \nMad world, \nMad world, \nChildren waiting for the day they feel good, \nHappy birthday, \nHappy birthday, \nAND I feel the way that every child should, \nSit and listen, \nSit and listen, \nWent to school and I was very nervous, \nNo one knew me, \nNo one knew me, \nHello teacher tell me what's my lesson, \nLook right through me, \nLook right through me, \nAnd I find it kind of funny, \nI find it kind of sad, \nThe dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had, \nI find it hard to tell you, \nI find it hard to take, \nWhen people run in circles it's a very very, \nMad world, \nMad world, \nEnlarging your world, \nMad world...