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so people want to know my personal status, here is a poem I made, I am no poet but some say it is good, this poem may sound like I was suicidal, but I was xD and I am not anymore
My name is not Insane, People call those with Unbelievable experiences, Insane, psychotic, unrealistic, People say you never died, yet you know you have, I've died emotionally and mentally, nearly physically, I have been abused, put on the streets, starved, put trough walls, beaten with weapons of any types, I have been destroyed mentally and physically, I have been Drunk, high, and now Sober, but I lose a few problems only to create new ones, I have been Demeaned, Labeled in almost any ways, disowned, and I now find that people misunderstand those they hate, don't know, or understand, While suicidal thoughts course through the minds of those who are demeaned, but once someone commits suicide everyone asks "why" but yet they never figured to be seeing, the the bleeding, set them free from a world of torture while they felt pain, they saw happiness, A Fake Happiness, that set their pains of harassment, abuse, drugs and even their own hormones, to rest, so they may, just once, have no feelings, yet in reality they become a corpse laying in eternal rest, either buried only to be eaten, or cremated, yet only people ask "why", I will tell you why, for the release of regret, pain, abuse, harassment, suffering in a world of hatred and despair, and hope a new, better beginning, I nearly died several times, But none have been as lucky as I have...
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