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[*Azarel*]

good old mum and dad
always tell me
how stupid and worthless that

i am
never good enough and
it finally starts to affect me
when the tears start to

run down
the street
away from here
i can run from this life
this shame and

this pain
never ceases to end
it's so unreal
ill never truly escape from

this nightmare
is never-ending
it's only a lie
such an ugly life

a bad lie
never fools anyone
but it seems to me
that ive fooled

everyone that knows me
thinks that
im okay
it's fine by me that
everyone believes

my life is perfect
only in my dreams
but this is not a dream
this is a dirty nightmare from which

i cannot escape
from reality
cant run from the truth
but if this is whats real then

i don't believe
in anything
theres nothing left for me
ive got nothing in this life
to live for but
i gotta pull through
for me
myself

and i only want one thing
i only ask for one simple wish
and that would be to die
and run away from this
and find a beautiful oblivion
where nothing is shameful
and nothing is painful
where nothing is real

except my love

Purposely left untitled; written about seven months ago in e.e.cumming's style. The stanzas are supposed to run into each other. Feedback?