I wrote this the other night, i didn't want to sign on line, didn't want to do anything, just felt frustrated, and annoyed. so i wrote this.


Don't want to talk

3 o'clock in the morning, im stareing at a computer screen,
i want to be here, and i dont, i'd rather go and scream,
im feeling like a bi*ch, and i'd kinda like to scream about the things that make me itch,
that itch that annoys me, something you said, or something you didn't do,
my girlfriend, ask's me whats wrong, and i don't want to say, rather lock my self in my room,
but she took the door off so i wouldn't hurt myself, somedays just so i talk i take a xanax,
and if im freaking out, otheres ask whats that all about laugh, and talk straight through my panic attack,
i say i want to talk, but i don't get any responce,100's of dollars go to a therapist just so i can repress,
if i said, a problem, how many laughs, could i get, is it a joke, or did you not get it?
i don't want to talk to you, i don't want to, your probably happy that way,
music on my brain, to block out the thoughts, that make me insane,
like the ones now, thoughts im holding back from this piece, so i keep the peace,
between those i talk with and those who can't stand me,
say you care, but you don't hear, what im saying,
i could be talking with you, but i want to lock myself in my room, and just yell im staying.




Poetry by Gothic geisha
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Written on 2007-05-30 at 12:36

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