Dead Poetic

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To Be My Own Inception - Poem by Dead Poetic

I got my paper I got my pen
So why am I still hurting then?
I always feel better when I began to write
But right now nothing feels right
I feel sad I don’t know why
This pain won’t heal when all I do is cry
I feel happy I don’t know why
Maybe my feelings are just a lie
I sob I weep
I feel empty and cheap
I laugh I play
I feel better when I pray
But right now something seems wrong
This day has been so long
My heart is beating like a gong
And I listen to that song

Stop.
My ears pop
From escalating too high
Oh why oh why
Do I make myself sad
These emotions all make me mad
I want to fly
Fly away oh fly
Away to the unknown
But not just blown
I want my direction
To be my inception…


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 9, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, June 10, 2011


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