I cant do this anymore
I cant deal with this pain
Not in a way that is considered sane
I need to cut
I need to bleed
I need to feel something real
Everything I love dies or fades away
Whats left for me to stay
My hearts been broken too many times to count
Im ruining my life and the lives of the ones I love around me
I had such great dreams...
What happened?
Im scared to know
The ones I thought cared have deserted me when I needed them the most
No one loves me
Im too damaged to love
My heart can beat no more
It's as hollow as I am
Ive held onfor as long as I can and my grip is now gone
The hardest part of living is waking up
When you pray each night not to
My life is shit
I cant understand
Neither can anyone else
Give me a reason to believe
Because my light is fading fast
All I can say is-
"I need help."
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ive been through alot and when i finally asked for help it seemed like the help i was recieving wasnt changing anything and that no moatter what i did, said, or tried everything still continued to fall apart.
Written April 21st, 2006
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The hardest part of living is waking up
When you pray each night not to
-powerful, i think everyone can relate to those lines. theres always that one night.
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I liked your poem because it made me think
and it made me feel for you. I like those types of poems because it usually gets straight to the point or doesn't
shelter certain types of words. Great job!
Incomplete Blessings,
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this was awsome full of emotion. Anh "he" is a guy that I thought of as my older brother/Best frined even though he's 23. he is disowend so he was staying at my friends house and after awhile they kicked him out because he was turning into a jackass etc. and i was like in love with him and now he's gone and I know i will pri never see him again And I still remember exacly what he was wearing thae last time i saw him. This happened to me not even a week ago and I have another poem about him if you want to read it. it's called "Terry" that was his nickname. anyway this poem was an awsome write!!! keep up the awsomeness!!!
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thanks writing has helped me soo much throughout the years i swear i dont think if still be here if it wasnt for poetry.
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thak you so much its nice to know that someone cares and wants to help.. but why are you crying?
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I will help you. I I am crying. Love Amy.
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So sad that you were deserted in your time of need. I have found that my pen and paper have become my best friend. I don't know if I can help, but I can listen. Wonderful poem, filled with great emotion. Keep writing.
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