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I feel lonely,
I feel depressed,
My mind is so dark,
my emotions are a mess,
I try to fake smile,
I try to hide from pain,
But I've been this way so long,
it's engraved in my brain,
I'm angry at everyone,
but I'm angrier at myself,
I'm scared of this feeling,
I don't know how to ask for help,
I'm tired of being tired,
not sure how much longer I can fight,
I'd consider myself lucky to even sleep at night,
I feel like my whole world is crashing down,
I want to smile,
but can only manage a frown,
My chest hurts, my stomach aches,
My heart skips beats, and I have the shakes,
I think too much, so I push people away,
I listen even more to shady things people say,
I'm losing my self,
I'm almost too far to recover,
No longer in love,
just a destroyed lover...
If ever a friend you need
Reach out and a friend you'll see
If ever the times get too much
Share the burden to rise back up
http://www.postpoems.org/authors/roc/poem/1032400
You are never alone. If you don't want to ask for help, then perhaps, we can just write together to pass the time. Here when you need.
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
Its hard to reach out to
Its hard to reach out to friends, when you have none that will answer..cry for help falls on deaf ears..
There's something in your
There's something in your writing that makes me think of myself. I liked this. <3 Better days to come!
**if it's an eye for an eye, then we'll all go blind.**
Thank you so much, I am glad
Thank you so much, I am glad that people can relate..but also sorry that it's relatable. You are right better things to come :)
To Be A Human Female
.
Hell is second nature, wisdom
has trouble seeing through the gloomy
day. The sun rises, but clouds
rain darkness and obscure the light
with horrible thunder.
.
Hormones and history,
failed connections, and rejected
joys fill the emotions and faultlessly
women drown in a river of ice
and aches.
.
Hands reach and there is nothing there.
Wanting has too often been torn
through desire and longing like
another lover leaving. Hope is small
and the view obscures. In time,
a woman will be nothing at all
and the fault will be all hers. Every
ounce of it.
.
slc
07-13-17
628a
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I empathize - but after 67 years of this crap, I eventually decided to look up and make happiness because everyone else had theirs and I wanted mine. So I made a list of all the things I adored and pursued them, achieving a measure of calm and contentment. Joy was not to be lasting, it never its, but there are Islands of it on my horizons from time to time. You will find the path, wandering off into oblivion is a journey we all make. Some return. Some stay lost. Write it down and invent a sign that says: This way to a bit of happy :D
~Lady A~
Read jaded lover understood
Read jaded lover understood so well