Brendan Whitman Poems

this games stakes were too high
I realized I could never bet you
your where my everything
now I wish I never met you
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at times I'm possessed by these feelings of self regret
blaming things on myself is something that I do best
I'm uncomfortably numb the sufferings unbearable
this pain and weight to much for words to express
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she makes me smile
she makes me mad
she makes me happy
she makes me sad
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Life's become so hard
its like taking a bullet to the chest
its a backwards world and
I pray for death with ever minute I have left
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sometimes I just like to sit and think
try to work some things out
while my thoughts drift through ink
then suddenly it hits then, my stomach sinks
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I live a life of sin while I walk through life
surrounded by people posing as manikins
all these empty promises filled with lies
all my unfulfilled dreams now slowly die
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Its been almost half a year
since I laid eyes on her
reality became my worse fear
then I laid lies on her
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I'm just so tired, I'm tired of hurting all the time

tired of searching with nothing real to find, tired of
caring and tired of always hearing the same old lines
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The after life Is really becoming more and more appealing

I'm losing control of my life, guilt is more a weight then a feeling
my eyes are closed at the wheel so theirs no body steering'
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