Y.C.F.U.A.W.D

Y.C.F.U.A.W.D

 

Beautiful moment

Closeness

One mistake


Soul crushing

Mind numbing sadness

 

Those words always come back to me

 

They echo through time

 

everything I’ve ever done well

fades into nonexistence

 

I float off

Away from everything comforting

 

Naked and vulnerable

sitting in a sewer

 

God is dead

Painted on the wall in feces

 

Lights fade

Black is all there is

 

Total despair washes over me

 

I’m sorry mom

I should have done better

Posted by Douglas c. Face at 12/15/2011 11:32 PM
Categories: Poems Rough Draft
Tags: Y.C.F.U.A.W.D Soul crushing Mind numbing sadness Naked and vulnerable God is dead
 

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  • 12/15/2011 11:40 PM Doug wrote:
    Those seven little words always come back. They rip out every ounce of happiness that I'm holing on to. If you know me well you know the words.

    If you don't its ok

    Just remember that the gifts you give to your children don't always come with a bow.
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