September 23rd, 2008 at 5:10 P.M.
Mood: slight self-loathing
Reason: just came to me.
Title:
When
When will I learn how to live again?
When will I learn how to breathe?
When will I find the strength to stand –
When the world is crashing at my feet?
When will life stop taking my heart for granted?
When will my heart do the same?
When will those around me hear my cries?
I feel like I’m going insane.
I’m crying crimson tears again –
Not on the outside – from within.
Tears a broken soul does cry
When it can’t find where to begin.
Panic inside my heart does grow,
Wedging into my soul.
I’m searching for answers again…
The answers to make me whole.
xxChristina Marie Siriusxx
Author notes
I don't know why I can't get out of this...
Please tell me what you think
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awesomeness.
great write. full of emotion. love you sis.
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Hey honey
Omg I haven't been to your page in so long, I've been away for way too long, we need to catch up soon. This poem is me right now.. I mean exactly at this moment. I have so many questions so many thoughts so many whispered cries that no one hears. Great work, thank you for writing this, even if it was before I felt this way. I wish you the best of luck at getting better I know that you can. Keep a bright smile on your face and remember your friends love you very much so, even if they are in the background.... Kahy -
hope everything comes back around for you sis write me when you cna tell me how you doing
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So many questions that many of us ask ourselves all of the time. Do we ever truly get the answers we're looking for? Such a sad poem full of angst and despair. Well written from the depths of the heart! Good job. I hope things start looking up, as I know how lonely it feels to be in this awful place.
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Great!
I loved the layout and the use of an eternal question.
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Pulsing
The question in the 2nd verse, "When will life stop taking my heart for granted?" tells us this is a repeated pain, and adds to the depth of frustration and pain you express. You describe panic growing in your heart and wedged in your soul, which adds to the spiral of "why can't I get out of this...".
At similar points in my life, my writings were less coherent that yours, but they DID help me vent the anguish.
The fraction of my sanity that remained acted as life support until routine and habit rebuilt a buffer to allow me back into human society. Thanks for sharing so honestly and clearly.
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I like how you set the mood with questions at the beginning, very pretty.
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nice comes from the heart dont it
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