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Friday, July 9, 2004


Nothing I ever do is right.
I put my heart and time into work and .
Attempt after attemp I make.
All have the same afect.
ALL just to be thrown away
No matter how good it is
Noone will notice.
Hours and hours spend.
All to be ruined
When ever its noticed.
People just take the cerdit
Anything i do right isnt rgiht
Something is left out.
I try and try
But can never find whats left out
I just get blamed for not doing my job
It seems ok
But they think diffrent
Its all just wrods, only small things
Yet they hurt me so
MY sanity is failing
I can feel myself snap
No breaks to put it to gether.
Its all a test
That i am failing
My fault for outher people actions
Its all ok.
Just hide the anger.
Why must people mess with me?
I havent done anything have i?
All i do is keep to myself
Whats so amusing about me?
You get your pleasure from my pain.
Soon your pleasure will be mine, and your pain will be my pleasure.
Seems evil.
It will be much greater
Then what you have done to me
It wont be with words
This time it will be a knife.
Ill use it to take the pain out
ITs the easy way out but I dont care
I can't keep up with this world.
Its all just moving to fast for me.
Noone seems to care.
Im all alone in my mind
The more I try,
the worse it gets.
To much for me to handle.
Noone cares.
I die they will never know.
Nothing seems as bad.
Its all in my head.
But the voices wont let me forget.
The constant voices
The images
The sounds
Chills me to the bone
All the asprin I take to block them out.
Only one way out
Thats to feel pain
I hope i can keep going
Just a bit longer.....
I hope...

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