Still fucked,
in addiction and anger,
Frustration takes it toll,
bringing me straight down
Down where I sit,
I am alone,
friendless, yet wondering
do I really need them?
Self-pity and torture
is not beyond me,
but right beside me,
in my shadows
Questions
and unknown answers
to the one
who needs them most
Crying,
for a hand of support
Yelling,
to my world for listeners
A contest entry
- Tell Me About It.... by Janetheplain.
370 points, ended May 13, 2007, 18 entries
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Comments
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SO SAD...
This made me think of how I use to feel when I had depression. You are never alone in the world no matter who you are SOMEBODY out there cares for you. I DO
And if you really don't WANT anybody around...like I said in on of my poems " I am all I need." You really need only the will power you have inside to survive. Great write and good luck, Jane
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