Treasure Island

Dolan Doran

(June 24 1993.)

Inside the truth.


talking to you.
listening to them.
No chance to speak.
Too much.
to hard to stay calm.
Breathe. Inhale
Exhale.
One, two, three...
Not working.
I try.
I want to get out.
Caged in...trapped.
Too much.
I want to scream
To hit it.
hit them.
you look at me.
'what's wrong? '
You can't SEE it! ? ?
That's it!
I break, Shatter
Hit, Kick, Scream.
Run
lite up
You come back.
I hit again.
I can't control it.
What's wrong with me?
Looking through...not my eyes...
This can't be me doing this.
Help me.
Hit.Hit.Hit.HIT!
NO! I won't!
Please...help me stop this.
It's too much.
...hit hit hit....

Submitted: Thursday, October 09, 2008
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  • John Smith (1/17/2009 8:59:00 PM)

    Like all your peices of work this is amazing. The quick paced nature and confusion is very real. Great job and please keep on writing because I want to keep on reading. (Report) Reply

  • Sulaiman Mohd Yusof (12/31/2008 4:32:00 AM)

    Stuffs gettin out of control but the truth is you can't handle the truth when stuffs are out of hand.Love went wrong or somethin? Nice piece Dolan.Keep up the writin! (Report) Reply

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