Beyond Repair

August 28, 2012

Feelings diminished. Burned by friends, hung by haters, broken by ex's, left alone by brothers. Heard by no birds, torched by the sun, why haven't i ended this misery with a gun. Blame me for your sins, punish me till breaths End, and all i wanted was a friend. -Cspb

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Shaun PoetAug 30, 2012

thanks ,.. and i appreciate that

lacriosaAug 30, 2012

I can feel the suffering that you're writing about. Every single feeling has touched me, and I want to give you my hand in friendship. Such a remarkable piece. Thank you for sharing it.