Boredom
the words that flow through me
nothing more than darkness and despair
my mind is such a horrible place
my life mediocre to say the least
I need something more, better than now
A wasted existence is not for me
I hide behind, the drugs, the alcohol
attempting to cover the nothingness
trying to find some meaning, in this world
love, hate, a reason to live until tomorrow
because today is way to plain for me

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MW   MW wrote
on 6/13/2009 9:15:46 AM
I understand this one better than the other one. This very hopeless! but good for the addicts:) Nice poem you have here

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