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This Guy had a problem
That nobody knew
no matter how he hid it
the pain always grew
On the outside he was cheery
funny, kind, and smart
On the inside, only darkness
lurked within his heart
His burden was too heavy
for anyone to bear
He knew he was too horrible
for anyone to care
His mind was a jumbled mess
His life a total hell
His once delicate emotions
now just a broken shell
He was running out of options
There was nowhere left to hide
He didn't know what do with the pain
So he locked it up inside
Within his shattered heart
was loads and loads of pain
He'd nothing left to lose
He had nothing left to gain
He poured the pain into a single poem
In which he tried to explain
exactly how it felt to be the product
of a lifetime of pain
This Guy had no future
so he picked up a knife
and before he finished his poem
he took his own--
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Aug 7, 2006
11:22 AM
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