Poem: Being Left Behind
I'm in that frame of mind
where suicide is over my head,
when I'm pretty emotionless
and I'd rather, well, be dead.
I'm in that kinda mood
where time ticks away,
and I don't really notice
if it's night or if it's day.
I'm in that wasteful state
where talking is a chore,
thinking has taken over
and I'm lifeless on the floor.
I'm inside this broken body
stuck in this broken mind
trapped inside this blackened soul
being left behind.
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IMAGE: John Steven Fernandez
2 Comments – Postiwch sylw
Eddie's Kitchen
Rhoddwyd sylw 13 mis yn ôl - 22nd April 2012 - 15:48pm
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Shouldnt that be Affected, because an Effected is something that you do, and Affected is something that has happened to you
Not to sound to much like a Grammer Nazi here lol, but im sure Dan would agree
Sam (Sub-Editor)
Rhoddwyd sylw 13 mis yn ôl - 23rd April 2012 - 09:38am
You are quite correct sir and it has been amended. Not sure who subbed this, Dan wouldn't have let that slip and I was in Cornwall...