Deep

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    just a ramble nothing specile

    Deep

     I don't know how to say this
    so I'll just come out
    I'm not me any more

    i don't know how to do this
    i cant just get up and stop
    so i continue losing sight of hope

    i need some one here
    i need help

    I'm losing myself
    and i don't know if i can find it

    not again

    am i he or she?
    will this cut be the last?

    everyday its the same thing
    and they all just stare
    stare and laugh at me

    why do you look at me and do that
    even worse is the pity

    i hate it

    i don't need your pity
    i didn't need your lies

    your stares cut deeper then the razors

    one day you might actually see
    see me

    not the shell you call a daughter
    but me the one trapped in this prison

    don't you see
    how one of the times
    the razor might go to deep

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    1990lh commented on Deep

    07-09-2010

    i feel like the person in this poem is near tells as if the world is taunting them. well put very passionated
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    brokenhearted11 commented on Deep

    07-09-2010

    this is a beautiful piece of art. there are way too many people trapped in a prison they have created for themselves. i was. its sucjh a horrible th9ing, but it seems like the only thing to hold on to. great hjob, and keep writing :)
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    rayray6593 commented on Deep

    07-08-2010

    honey its beatiful just like you and i know you are kicking me for saying this but you just need to find someone to talk to
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    Emy717

    08/26/2010

    hehe i am kicking you right in the man berrys

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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