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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 2:49 pm
You turn away from me No one wants to deal With a girl that just wants to feel Something real Whether it's knife-steel My skin as it's peeled My skull crushed under a wheel... You know, something surreal. You tell me to talk But you never listen To my silent SCREAMS that are constant reminders That I am nothing. Just something To be used And abused... I'm so confused. When will I wake When will all this give-and-take Stop being so fake? There is no give; only take There is no real; only fake There is no life There is no death Just the viscious cycle Of pain. Where is my rain? It left me, just like you Who I can finally see through To who you really are. I want to go far To where I am welcome and loved But you won't let me rise above and find my peace... Get my release... From Hell. I've finally given up, I realize I'm ******** you... Can't see me. The person you claim to love But have real indifference towards You yank me back and forth To show your control But you should arleady know That I'd do anything To make you happy I'll do everything So I'll never see you cry But it's useless... Just like me. It's hopeless I'll never be free From this prison You set me in Though I have risen So far You weigh me down again With my mistakes I can't wait for the end When I'll accept my fate For this life I created Is just too jaded And far too faded For me to care.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 7:25 pm
dramatic... masochistic, sadistic, realistic, the whole world can connect with this poem and Identify... Identify.... sad.. it saddens me........ your poetry is sincere.
be well.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 1:40 pm
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