- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Dysfuntional Teen
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Isn’t it funny how the human emotion, our very essence can rise and fall at the drop of a pin? My heart, my soul burned with a passion when I met the love of my short lived life, until I saw that he felt the same for another. I went numb once more. I can’t take emotions anymore so I take pills instead; do they really extract the pain from my torn body? If so then ‘happy’ is screaming in a white room surrounded by people, yet no one bothers to look up! AM I CRAZY?! Perhaps, I consider the idea often. How does such an imperial being become trapped in the same circle of depression? One can only guess. Does everyone feel this throughout all of their lives? If that
is my fate I’d rather take a knife to my throat or a fucking gun to my head! Man’s mercifulness destroys beast to end its misery. WHY CAN’T THE MERCY SHOW THROUGH FOR ME?!
Does everyone love staring at me in a padded room labeled “Dysfunctional Teen”?
