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Garden State

These were the places that we've grown.
Some thing that used to be all are own.
All that I have left is something that I am running from.
I am so numb to this feeling,
I wish I could cry through these scars.
I'm home sick for a place that doesn't exist.
I am blind to things,
And I don't fit in.
Trapped inside of this daze,
Hoping this is just a phase,
or maybe it's these pills I am taking.
They leave me with lightning storms in my brain.
Everyone is saying different things to me,
I can't believe what to see.
Emotionless me,
I am wasting away.
So sad, and so weak.
This is what they say about me.
Everyone's taking everything from me.
My speech is so slur,
I am the curse for this town,
Pure heartlessness is what I've found.
Simple coward is how I react.
This feels like I am dreaming.
I just don't know how to reach you love,
we are just not the same.
I am full of darkness & shadows,
and lonely patterns.
I wish I could stop this from happening,
But heading home is my only direction.
It feels like I am infected,
I am collecting more and more reactions,
But I think your more right then me,
I can see it in your teary eyes.
I am going to believe that you are my life.
We can work out all of this fight,
Because I’m going to stay with you,
Here in the Garden State.

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Unknown said…
If your wondering this poem is about the Film Garden State.
September 7, 2010 at 4:42 PM
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