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mental hospital

pjjerseygirlpjjerseygirl Posts: 81
edited April 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
you can do alot of thinking there...

no one to talk to
no one to see
no one to listen
no one but me
came in on a stallion
rode off on a mule
left me to wonder
here on my stool
why did you come here
to love me and leave
why did you leave me
to suffer and bleed
for one brief moment
you gave me a voice
but in the end
you left me no choice
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  • Meine liebeMeine liebe Posts: 203
    i like what youre doing here. what was the choice?

    you dont have to answer, thats just what it makes the reader wonder.
    I used to do drugs. I still do, but I used to, too.

    Mitch Hedberg
  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    So sad :( and good, pjjerseygirl. I agree with Meine leibe in wondering about the choice but I don't want to know the answer--my imagination has come up with a few different endings so, for me, it's kinda like one of those "Choose Your Own Adventure" books. :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • pjjerseygirlpjjerseygirl Posts: 81
    no choice but to sit day after day and wonder
  • walkerlastgen1walkerlastgen1 Posts: 155
    It's funny how you get in touch with your existence and then you leave and your like what do I do know to keep the world from sticking to me?
    I took a walk so I could curse my ass for being dumb!!!

    www.myspace.com/lastgeneration56
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