I'm sitting here in the living room
depressed and tired-so confused
photo albums spread out on the floor
screaming out all my fustration
into the sofa pillows
tears running down my face-I've been here before
I have the scisscors in my hand
cutting your face out of my memories
a permannet marker to color you away
looking for an exit-a way to escape
need a somebody who cares for me
I go to God shouting for him to hear me
but he doesn't respond
or maybe I'm listening to hard
trying to find his voice
I sit here in my living room all by myself
and cry and cry and cry
and I'm by myself
stuck with all your sh-t
the seasons change outside
and I haven't moved from here
I can do what I want to do
and you can't stop me
I can say what I want to say and not give
a damn what you think
My fist is ready to beat a million holes in the walls
but what I really want is to jump on a train and ride away
I break all the photo frames and toss them in the fireplace
and watch your smiles burn
I've broken a vase and the flowers have died
staining the words of letters I wrote
but never gave to you
rivers on the coffee table-ruining magazines
I've turned over the couch
and played every last cd but I am not better
the tears keep coming
I could pack up my bags now and leave this place
I don't ever have to return again
I could hop on that train and go anywhere
not sure if that will dull all of my sorrows but I need
to do something now before I attempt something stupid
this living room is really getting old
I stand up- I am through
I've done all the damage here that I could do
I walk out that door and I won't think about you
Author notes
I don't really care right now about how well this is written. i was upset i wrote and this is what i got.
Written October 25th, 2005
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good poem thanks fer entering my contest...
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good stuff.especially from one so young
*bows* u are queen let me sit at your feet so that i my learn your ways.
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absolutely brilliant ... i love your style the flow ...and .. i've been there before not to long ago i got a new favoritenow keep up the good work
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Wow this is very good. I definitely understand about how God doesn't seem to answer. This is really good, you are very talented.
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you are very talented, i cant really critique i poem if i like it, so good job. -
Any time
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thanks chris
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Well written eno.....I love this poem and can relate to it so much..........Keep up the good work
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loving people is hard though!!! but no we cant forget them no matter how hard we try (sighs) thanks though Ibar.
you forgot my goodies
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Deep... very deep poem. Try as we may, but loving someone so much is hard to get our minds. Every thought of them just drives us insane. But can we truely forget? We just have to try and compromised with ourselves.
I don't know it this will help at all, but great poem. Keep on writing
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no problem if your poems are as good as this. those lines were great too.
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thank you so so so much! the only reason why i said that is because i lack confidince in my work sometimes. this time i was like you know what it doesnt matter i wrote something because this was how i was feeling and if its bad that really doesnt matter to me. i love those lines too but my favorite lines are
I could pack up my bags now and leave this place
I don't ever have to return again
I could hop on that train and go anywhere
not sure if that will dull all of my sorrows but I need to do something
now before I attempt something stupid
its my all time fantasy just running away and trying to get some peace
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this was one of the best poems i've read in a while, all the emotions were conveyed so well. My favourite lines were:
'I have the scisscors in my hand
cutting your face out of my memories
a permannet marker to color you away'
It just makes you think of times when you want to completely remove someone from your life. You should care how it was written because it's amazing. thanx a lot for sharin.
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