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Help Me

Life is cruel, life is hard.
It really is unfair at all
When I thought I had everything figured out,
Something snapped, and I lost it all.

And then I sat alone and wept.
I lost my peace, my hope, my faith
There was nothing I could have kept,
My dreams shattered and so did my love.

I hide my pain deep inside,
And pretend that I am fine.
I blame God for all that’s wrong
For all the problems that are going on.

I try to get myself out of this mess,
But I have absolutely no success.
Movies, projects, alcohol and suicide
Are not the answers for this kind of life.

How do you return love and faith
Into a frozen and a bitter heart?
How can I learn to trust people who had
Broken a promise and hurt me so bad?

So tell me now, what should I do?
To whom can I turn to?
Who can heal my bleeding heart,
And give me a fresh new start?

My family does not understand,
I have no close friends to talk to,
It feels like God has let go of my hand.
And I have no where to go, no one to turn to.

I do admit that I do need help
But who can undo the damage done?
I am so afraid and so alone.
Help me someone! I need help!

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  • Tshepi
    November 2

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    Very honest and open

    Just remember that you can call on Him from deep within, He is your comforter. I imagine you must be closest person to God right now... when we smile we think we know it all. When we are in pain, we have a lot of question marks.. the questions when asked to the One who knows it all. We can go through our pain to the other side with wisdom and gratefulness as opposed bitterness...Love is loving you still


  • Grey.Area.
    October 31

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    This is a good poem, the honesty here is intense.

    I am sorry that you feel this way, if you do.

    I have felt/ sometimes feel, this way. If you want to talk..... I am here and I know what I am talking about.

    Louise.