Damn man, sorry. I've been there and here's the poem I wrote when I was(note that I'm not a poet nor do I claim to be, writing is just cathartic for me)

Damn man, sorry. I've been there and here's the poem I wrote when I was(note that I'm not a poet nor do I claim to be, writing is just cathartic for me):
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Posted by Imbrogno(VIP) on October 26, 2000 at 03:52:25:

In Reply to: I wrote this poem IRL, but I'm going to apply it to a bard I'm playing. I just want to know if you all find it worthy to be on CF posted by The Champ o Hearts (if you know the title you know who it is) on October 25, 2000 at 22:21:04:

Pain erupts in my chest
My heart explodes with love lost
Flaming needles doing their level best
to constantly remind me of the cost.

We were just kids without knowledge of what love was
Seeing it manifest in places, songs, and movies
That rock in the park or the field near the school
Never realizing that what were living wasn't love at all
All they were were fleeting moments, ephemeral and shallow
For there's no feeling in a rock, or a field, or a movie
It's within, in here, but we didn't know, couldn't figure it out
But I know now, because it's the pain I feel
Radiating from my heart, sapping my strength and will to go on
Pooling in my stomach so that it's always full, keeping food away
Threatening to boil over with sickness should I eat

A cruel thing that, that love can hide itself away for awhile
Taking shelter from a fight or just to take a break
Only to make itself felt once more as it parts
Parts from a broken heart, a broken soul, a broken man
This pain...erupting in my chest
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I wish I could tell you that it gets easier, but it doesn't. At least not until you find a person that you
know is better than the last. If and when you do your hope will be restored, until they too kick you when you're down of course.

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Comments:	> Pain erupts in my chest > My heart explodes with love lost > Flaming needles doing their level best > to constantly remind me of the cost. > We were just kids without knowledge of what love was > Seeing it manifest in places, songs, and movies > That rock in the park or the field near the school > Never realizing that what were living wasn't love at all > All they were were fleeting moments, ephemeral and shallow > For there's no feeling in a rock, or a field, or a movie > It's within, in here, but we didn't know, couldn't figure it out > But I know now, because it's the pain I feel > Radiating from my heart, sapping my strength and will to go on > Pooling in my stomach so that it's always full, keeping food away > Threatening to boil over with sickness should I eat > A cruel thing that, that love can hide itself away for awhile > Taking shelter from a fight or just to take a break > Only to make itself felt once more as it parts > Parts from a broken heart, a broken soul, a broken man > This pain...erupting in my chest > ------------------------------------------------------- > I wish I could tell you that it gets easier, but it doesn't. At least not until you find a person that you > know is better than the last. If and when you do your hope will be restored, until they too kick you when you're down of course.

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