An Open Letter To The Girl I Love

An Open Letter To The Girl I Love An Open Letter To The Girl I Love

Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

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Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

Summary

Woke up this morning face on keyboard with a facebook profile opened and this typed out. Drug influenced, definitely not how I feel, at least outwardly. The subconscious mind is a powerful thing, I guess.

Summary

Woke up this morning face on keyboard with a facebook profile opened and this typed out. Drug influenced, definitely not how I feel, at least outwardly. The subconscious mind is a powerful thing, I guess.

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Submitted: March 24, 2013

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Submitted: March 24, 2013

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Musings from alternate personalities
Fuck the girl who fucked with me
Rip into her body
just like she ripped right through my heart mid-beat

Man I’m not a normal guy
I’ve got thoughts that make myself cry
Musings straight from my mind
I’m sure you’ll find them quite kind.


Antidepressants prescribed by guys
Who want to alter the minds of the young (they fucking lied)
I feel worse
with every goddamn pill I take
Taking my brain making me feel fake

FUCK YOU
I can’t even feel pain.
Much less any happiness
Is that what you wanted to gain?
A guaranteed client
Someone that comes right back
And cries straight to you
Until eventually they find that
Shit, I felt better before this…

Cold turkey, cut it off like a victims limb
you feel the withdrawal hit
Take your own life at your own fucking whim

Near death experience
Your friends come and save you then
you start to fucking live life
why’d I want to die?
Then it hits you again 
like a god damn freight train
The feelings aren’t that positive
You get screwed, it’s lose lose
time to take my life again

Second time fails, just like the first
It won’t be me that’s needing the hearse
the more I fucking see her face 
(the more i want to commit rape)
And give her one last thing to remember me by
So she can talk shit IN HELL with the guy
who’s dick she sucked while I cried.

No, I’m not even serious
It’s the damn medication, I’m fucking delirious
I haven’t taken it in months
but the effects were so serious
I talk to myself 
for reasons still mysterious

It’s okay, I’ve found a new bastion
live life to the fullest, create my own action
Tell myself the girls that hang
aren’t just benefaction
of the knowledge that I’m lonely
and fucked up
and they wanna “save me”
Oh my god Tyler, I’m sorry
Shut up cunt, crave me


Like The Creator said, 
I lost my mind with my virginity
because that bitch fucked with my head
break up with her, to save her from MY enemies
She’s got the balls (that’s for sure) to talk shit
about i don’t know what, maybe finding her clit?
insists it’s all true, tells my friends, “he’s a bitch

I’d kill you if I had the balls, cunt, but you took em
Stole my childhood best friend, you hooked him
and now I’ve lost the one man who ever fucking gave a damn
since I didn’t have a dad and all, he was the friend
who fucking taught me respect.
wait, that’s my mom….


but it was still him who defused the bomb
of my emotional qualm 
with life itself, he always kept me calm
now he’s gone, all thanks to you,
and the musings come out,

this time they’re about you.


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