Tear Me Apart by Seizure

I speak when I shouldn't, I write violent songs
I'm sad and abandoned, I cannot right wrongs
I want way too much, I lack self esteem
There's pain and there's torture everytime I dream
I hate my own face, I am a discrace
I wish one day I could leave from this place
I want to break down, I don't have the time
I would buy food but I don't have a dime

I think way too much, I want to sit down
It seems when I do I start to drown
In my own torment, in my own hate
Why do I have to think about fate?
I'm cursed and I'm feared, I've cut my own wrist
Hey motherfucker stop making me pissed
I use bad language, as you can see
Judge me or not, it won't bother me

When people tell me, just how I should act
Then they go tell me that I have no tact
Wake the fuck up! Open your eyes!
You say it's so simple, what makes you so wise?
If it's that easy, just share it with me
Or are you afraid we'll disagree
We're different people, it won't work the same
Stop making light of all my god damn pain

I'm filled with such hate, it makes my blood boil
I'll open the microwave, stuff it with foil
I'll start a gas leak, then set the count down
I'm so damn pissed off, this isn't a frown
Life's torn me apart, it just loves to hurt
It never will quit until I'm again dirt
No one's around, that's quite the surprise
At least I can bypass the stupid goodbyes

Ash (65.73.59.235) -- Friday, November 14 2003, 08:58 pm

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This was whoa. I read it like 4 times. I feel this way so much...so angry, so sick of everything and everybody, and just want to end it all. An emotional poem.

Seizure (65.80.81.6) -- Saturday, November 22 2003, 10:57 pm

angry...
Thanks for the kind comment. It's both good and bad that you can releate to it. Good = it was written alright. Bad = unhealthy stance on life. Hope it all irons out.

As for me, I've been royally pissed off lately... and I think it's going to show in most of my poems as of late. It seems I've shifted from being super depressed to being super pissed off... one extreme to the other I guess.

Leah06 (24.5.241.141) -- Monday, November 24 2003, 04:51 am

i wont ever say goodbye
this poem is so full of pain and anger, i love it! your poems are so good when your mad. not that i like it when your mad in fact it kinda scares me but still! AMAZING! and i wont ever say good bye.

Leah Kendall

KJP (67.112.79.23) -- Saturday, January 31 2004, 09:24 am

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A punching bag really helps me. (I'm not trying to be a smartass. It really does help me)

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