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WOOOOOOOT. Yeah, I'm back. After being dragged back and forced to write more poetry by girls, I'm finally back. Not that I don't enjoy it or anything... or that anyone even enjoyed this damned thing anyways. So, that means new poetry shall be coming soon, since I sit around all day doing nothing waiting for my father to arrive with the laptop. I sleep too, I mean. Well, no. I oversleep.

Back to the point, more poetry soon. Or just whatever I feel like posting. Bahahaha. Fuck yeah, be excited.


- Triston

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Happiness Doesn't Exist

Why am I so afraid?
As colors start to fade,
I'm starting not to care.

As my blood turns black,
I start to think back,
When people used to stare.

While the blood runs down my wrists,
I think how happiness doesn't exist.
Happiness was just an illusion.

I wish there was something left.
Who cares now,
My heart was already ripped out of my chest.

I'll put the bullet in my brain.
The blood will leave nothing but a stain.
The expression left on my face,
Will be nothing but a disgrace.
Posted by on Wednesday, December 15, 2010

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