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nedjelja, 14.08.2005.
a poem
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I have come here Just to inform you... I'm not sorry, For what I shall do. I have no guilt Nor shame, For leaving you To your life game. Life holds nothing... Nothing for me. No purpose. Only misery. I'm in debt. I'm in pain. I cry, knowing I'm not sane. Cause I see me dead. A grewsome scene. My knife in my throat. The bloodiest of dreams. Friend will find me. He'll call the police. But I'll be long gone, Still wishing for peace. No one gives a fuck. No one will care, While at my corpse, They'll stare. Just another one. Another fucked up kid. You're better off With what I did. I went quiet. I went alone. I went to find A new home. I'm with the others. Those like me. Helpless, lost, dead... Gathered alone in our misery. I know. I'm going to hell. But it's probably Just as well. I just don't know What else I can do. I'm sick of hurting. I'm sick of crying. I'm sick of all the Pieces of me dieing. I'd feel empty If not for the rage. If not for all this hate Pushing me to this stage. Fuck you. You took away All I knew. Fuck you... You drove me To this too. All of you. You could see. You all knew what Was happening to me. You watched me. Losing my mind. So all you fucks... Leave your jokes behind. You're all responsible. You could have stopped this. But you never cared. You all wanted this. The time has come. This is what I need to do. I just needed to leave Something for all of you. I hope you enjoy this. I wrote it just for you. This is it. My final "FUCK YOU!" |
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četvrtak, 11.08.2005.
nema, nema predaje. Iz žila krv tekla, srna umrla, kazna plaćena, krv sva stala, ali predaje nema. dušu nedamo. |
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ponedjeljak, 08.08.2005.
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prodala bi me samo da bi krala tuđe dodire, bolje nisi znala. Trošila si laž sve bez izuzetka, živjela si bez kraja i početka. Jači nego ikad |
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Scrip, moderni dečko današnjice, ponukan dobrim drugom Alkoprincom otvara ovaj blog. Ako je A uspjeh u životu, tada je A jednako x plus y plus z. X je rad; y je igra; a z je držati jezik za zubima vrati se kući sine Edipe, sve ti je oprošteno -Mama Samo preko mene mrtvog - Tata the song What do I do to ignore them behind me? Do I follow my instincts blindly? Do I hide my pride from these bad dreams? And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening? Do I sit here and try to stand it? Or do I try to catch them red-handed? Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness, Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness? Because I can't hold on when I'm stretched so thin I make the right moves but I'm lost within I put on my daily facade but then I just end up getting hurt again By myself [myself] I ask why, but in my mind I find I can’t rely on myself I can’t hold on To what I want when I’m stretched so thin It’s all too much to take in I can’t hold on To anything watching everything spin With thoughts of failure sinking in If I Turn my back I’m defenseless And to go blindly seems senseless If I hide my pride and let it all go on then they’ll Take from me ‘till everything is gone If I let them go I’ll be outdone But if I try to catch them I’ll be outrun If I’m killed by the questions like a cancer Then I’ll be buried in the silence of the answer by myself [myself] I ask why, but in my mind I find I can’t rely on myself How do you think I’ve lost so much I'm so afraid that I'm out of touch How do you expect... I will know what to do When all I know Is what you tell me to Don’t you know I can’t tell you how to make it go No matter what I do, how hard I try I can’t seem to convince myself why I’m stuck on the outside |
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