There is a hole inside me.
I can feel its' presence.
I can see it with my mind.
Deep within my soul
Look into her eyes.
Look into her soul.
Encased in the darkness,
there is light.
The hole is full of hatred.
Hatred of myself.
The pain is unbearable.
The question is simple.
"Why?"
Help her find the light.
Free her, save her.
The darkness is powerful.
The hole is growing smaller.
Or is it growing bigger?
It is gnawing away at my mind,
my soul, my being.
Help me, help her.
Free me, free her.
Save me, save her...
Please.
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preposterous.
Hatred of myself
Help me, save me
Gnawing
Go to a psychiatrist already.
I'm really sorry if any of my loling comments offend.
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This is not a cheap ploy. This is not a cheap ploy. Just keep telling yourself that.
I was a silly child and very preposterous thoughts did I have. These poems are funny and I have already gotten over what ever disease was infecting my mind during that stage in my life.
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