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The End
by Delaney Lindley (Age: 18)
copyright 04-02-2005


Age Rating: 13 to 127

 


Depression in this vacant mind
Priest come and heal me
Take my mind up off the floor
Take the holes out of my brain
All this madness and inertia
Is driving me insane

Does it make any sense
To want to leave?
But would it make a difference if I stayed?
Would one thing be better,
Or brighter?
Tell me not to pay attention
And prescribe me the pills...

Yet there's nothing wrong with me.

Drug my mind and make me worse
The pills were supposed to help
Not many have been where I've been
And I'm not saying I'm the worst
Or there's nothing to help it-
Just nothing I can find

I'm so lonely...
All the time

The voices in my mind
The darkness in my head
The bleak blackness of paranoia
And wanting to be dead
Rotting, writhing, screaming,
Forever.

This has been a long time comin',
Better late than never

Not from where I am,
Not from where you stand
You said I was a child
-It's true-
I am a child
Your child
And you stand there watching
While I mutilate myself

And it hurts,
So bad...

To know
I'm gonna be this way forever unless...
Interception, intervention,
An outside party
To postpone death
For a while

But, if love is blind
Then I could never see
These babbling words don't make sense
I used to be so happy...
What happened to me?

I'll just wait till tomorrow,
To wait to see the end


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04-09-2005 David Pekrul    

There is so much pain in the write. One must be strong to make it through, but having made it, with the help of God, one can look back and know they are stronger for the experience.




04-04-2005 Mary -BrytEyz- Ball    

Ahh... teen angst... nothing beats it for inspiration. How glad I am though that I'm past it. Life is so good, there's so much to be thankful for, and once I "found myself" I was never lonely anymore... whether I was by myself or with someone else. :-)


04-02-2005 Anthony Lane Stahlhut    

This would make a great song. Maybe Debra Rose will cut a track with this song if you don't want too. Good job, Anthony


04-02-2005 Katie M.    

I opened the page and was just like "Whoa, Kurt Cobain!" o_o; Sounds like it would make a good song. ^^ Good write.


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