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I go to bed and hope not to wake,
what you see is not me, it\'s fake.
You can\'t see it, but I\'m really jaded,
everything I had in life has faded.

Every night, I stare at the moon,
and hope for help sometime soon.
You may not see me cry,
but inside, I wish to die.

If I can\'t be with you,
I don\'t know what to do.
I wish that you could feel my pain,
all this hurt drives me insane.

I wish that you would come back,
but I guess there\'s feelings that you lack.
I guess that you do not know love,
so I\'ll use my pain to rise above.
©2003-2009 ~cruel-innocence
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what i like best about this is how it mostly seems like a typical poem about depression and unhappiness until the end, but it isn't one of those i hate the world things where you do nothing but drown yourself in misery. In the end you give yourself a chance to use the pain to better yourself and you give yourself a chance for redemption rather than just drowning in anguish, which puts this above most depression poetry.

i diggz.

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