Tortures of the mind

Tortures of the mind

A Poem by Bubbles
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way i feel almost all the time

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I look inside myself and try to find what it is I’m looking for. Is it everything I wanted or is it HELL breaking loose in the place I call my own? Trying to figure out if I should say something or just leave it be until the time comes?

I begin to scream pain and agony as I feel my body getting weaker as stones are thrown at me as they b***h and scream at me! They torture me and condemn me until I’m gone and no more.

Now that I am no more I am in this never ending torture, as the fire burns me and as they beat me I come to wonder why people couldn’t accept the person I was!

As they begin to knaw on me like I’m nothing and just a piece of s**t they control, I begin to cry and try fighting them off, but it no where near possible because the pain keeps getting stronger and harder as they continue.

Will this ever stop, will this be no more, or will it go on forever more? The pain I’m going through will never end because I’m in a place where they don’t care and they won’t give in…


 

© 2008 Bubbles


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Added on February 7, 2008
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Bubbles
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A Poem by Bubbles