Lost inside with thoughts
of the past, everything
that was good, always had
dark and bitter shadows
looming around, waiting
to snatch the joy, out
from under me
Whenever things go right
with me, and it all seems
perfect, I run, because it
never does last, in the
end, everyone goes away, so
I leave first, so I don't
have to have the door slammed
in my face, or hear, "Goodbye"
Tired of hurting inside, and
being tormented with inner fears,
the nightmares of my childhood
days, those voices and faces and
places, where things took place,
beyond my circumstances, and have
left me with severe mental and
physical scars, to remind me
My world was always a life,
filled with pain and sickness,
and mistrust, my existence is
but pages of a mad man's diary,
each one, filled with words of
destruction, a horror story
titled, "My fucked up life"
In a list
A contest entry
- Write Me Pain by Broken Machine.
800 points, ended December 31, 2007, 26 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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So much pain... I don't know what to say...
If you ever need to talk, I'll listen.
Great write by the way.
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Oh right, I forgot! Thank you for entering and good luck in the contest. haha. ( =
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WOW! I love the ending! This poem was outstanding! I can relate to the running away from people part and pretty much the whole poem. You did an excellent job, keep up the great work! ( =
And I'm here if you ever need to talk!
Merry Christmas!
<3
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