depressed and left alone
no where to call home, no one
who cares and knows what its
like to be here.
I can't help but shed tears
because this is where all
these years have lead,
all the thoughts that fill
my head,of all the reasons
i want to be dead,and not wake
once i go to bed.
But something stops me from
taking my life telling me to
fight this pain and strife
that is what s right
ans someone telling me to hold on tight
everything will be alright
just keep that in sight
Comments:
Love your honesty and sensitivity- the heart of a poet ?
We sleep to show the darkness in our world, we wake to know its beauty and hope. We are not defined by other things or names or words, but by the content of our character and maybe love, I think. Look me up on facebook- I feel like this sometimes. Its great that the suffering is presented, sometimes the world loses sight of reality behind the square television.
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