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I am a 20 and I really like to write poetry. Whether I am good or not I will always write because I would go crazy otherwise. I am pretty crazy and I do pretty stupid things. I am a pretty likeable person, and I like to listen to people. Many people talk to me just because, and I also like to be listened to and posting my poetry is a way that can happen.
Death looms in the air,
It won't be too long they say...
I'm so sick of being tired,
I'm so sick of feeling alone...
Darkness challenges the light,
Pushing it away like a disease...
All I ever wanted was a daddy who was true,
Someone who would listen...
The words ripped straight from my mouth
Are dangled above my head as if bait...
Broken Heart; slipping through the cracks,
Getting weaker, giving in...
Memories too painful to call upon,
Wrapped in my own scarf of guilt...
I'm getting dizzy,
Too dizzy to stand...
All I ever wanted
was a daddy who was there...
Don't you see my pain?
I know it's visably there...
Everyone has a little dork in them.
No matter how perfect somebody thinks they are, We all have a little bit of crazy in us.
Shortcuts may seem like the easy way out, but there are almost always road blocks.
by Lady Nik