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Joshua Rawls Poem
I've been labeled by society,
mentally ill
Here go ahead, just take this pill.
The mystical gates of Heaven close
as I cross
Hell is bound to me on earth, my
spirit is lost.
I wake from my slumber knowing
this,
My dreams have left me, I hardly
exist.
I hold in my hand one yellow, one
blue
I hesitate to take them, the choice is
up to you
Happiness for me comes in a pill
Knowing that thought makes me
more ill.
I lay back to sleep Im free once again
Knowing when I wake its just me and
this pen.
"How are you feeling, how was your
day"
I know if I tell the truth Im going
back away
Locked in a room, closed windows
and doors
The only thing I'll have left is what I
adore.
For an hour or so my mind is free
Than the pills just wont let me be.
My dreams fade to dirt
remembering my whole life thats
hurt.
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This is not good, my life is misunderstood.
Running through a door that just wont open
Celebrating a lie that wasnt even chosen.
Climbing in a window with no entrance
Trying to repent, struggling this instance..
Numbing the pain wont extract this mind game.
Facing the publicity minus the fame.
Paper to pen I dont know where to begin.
Lost in this world Im forced to live in.
Send me above or down below
At this point it doesnt matter which way I go.
Struck from the heart with things I could not come to part
This misery excisting is tearing me appart.
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anti-psychotics, dont you feel so exotic?
nothing left in me but a few hypnotics.
Life is fine, no need to define
Nothing left in me, my memory is fine.
Reality is wrong no need to live long
Nothing left in me, I do not belong.
My vision is real, I can not describe how I feel
Nothing left in me, no room to heal.
Everything the same, no need to complain
Nothing left in me, my thoughts are like rain.
Narcotics, Narcotics dont you feel so exotic?
Nothing left in me but a few anti-psychotics.
You can relate, I know its too late
Nothing left in me, no need to hesitate.
My scars describe how I feel on the inside
Nothing left in me but suicide.
Need I say more or can you adore
Nothing left in me no where to explore.
Anti-psychotics mixed with hypnotics are just the same as narcotics.
Copyright © Joshua Rawls | Year Posted 2011
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Threatening phone calls, why don't you write me letters?
That way i can let you know which is better.
They all say the same, how would you like to abuse me
I find it all to be very amusing.
I've been abused and beaten my whole life
I never wondered to ask if it was right.
Come get me, tell me you have a knife
Make sure to stab me to get me to fight
Little do you know I'm used to this pain
So stop trying to play your little mind game.
You say you're going to do it, please come and prove it
Little do you know is i can see right through it.
I'm sick of all the talk and play
If you knew I was abused would you play the same way?
Now I can handle all the physical pain
Like when I was little, its all just a mind game.
I can assure you, it doesn't take much for me to cry.
I can even help you, if that's what you're wanting to imply.
But now I'm numb to abuse
You better find another way to hurt me, make me break loose.
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Filling the truth, telling no lie.
It crept up beside me, I need to get high.
Take away myself, escape this pain
Remembering my thoughts, its just a game.
Cutting belief escaping my faith
My demons awake my thoughts are safe.
Force the blade into my heart
It crumbles my memory there is no where to start.
Drowning my sorrow, observing the fake,
Realizing this world is the ultimate mistake.
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As times have grown yet still unknown the boundaries of our excistance, we are all alone. From death to birth we remain on the earth to understand what our life is worth. Midlife crisis, cuts and gashes, midnight sky curs, and turns to ashes. Is it a dream? Or is it a lie? From what I have built up, Im going to die. Thinking grasps the loop of which reality sways, back and forth in our dreams confusing my days.
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Leaking, sinking, thoughts suppressed.
Why am I always so damn depressed?
Unsound and unjust why I must
Keep my head down in the dust.
Crying tonight, trying to make it right.
Everyday is a constant fight.
Empty and hollow no words to follow
I take another pill and begin to swallow.
Does it work my memory is gone.
Then I realize its already dawn.
No rest for the wicked no sleep for the dead.
Bearing these thoughts enough has been said.
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Scissors and paper cuts
gashes, slashes, and crooked ruts.
Thank society, you made me this way
Everyone knows there's a price to pay.
Burns and scars, brutal pain
mind anticipating compensating insane
Thank society, illogic persuasion is completely sane.
Everyone knows society can blame.
Darkened dreams, morbid thoughts
my body churns while my insides rot
society deems the unjust and unfit
this part of life i have to admit.
Eyes bleeding, flesh tearing
why are dreams sometimes unbearing
society forsakes what they fail to understand
if you agree, take a stand.
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To seem to be one to rely
only makes me want to cry
life before death, while we beg for one last breath
turn around your life prepare to understand why
only makes me want to die
misunderstood conceptional feelings break through as my thoughts continue to hold greater than glue.
Think for a minute but not too long,
in other minds you'll always be considered wrong
Stare at the ground pretend no one is around
for one day i'll know why my thoughts were profound.
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Bursting into fire, sometimes my only desire
or maybe a feeling to get me higher
comprehension of existence soothes my soul
thinking of my life makes me lose control
mixed emotions, blood on the wall
take one more step and i begin to fall
mixing roses my eulogy is here
my heart drops the message is clear
am i worthy to live or ready to die?
my heart beats faster i begin to cry.
suffering on the inside my pain is too great
pray for me now before its too late.
existence turns to ashes as my life continually crashes
reality exists to those who believe
i turn my back and start to leave.
close my eyes turn off the light
losing understanding of wrong and right.
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