October.15.2004
Trisha Barrek Hopkins
I wish I was stronger
But no matter how hard I try
My wishlist not to igsist just gets longer
More and more I'm left alone to cry
In the late hours of the night
Deep inside no one sees the pain
That I try so hard to fight
The only way to go on is to fill my eyes
With these salty tears
But all I really gain
A blurred vision when I look to the light
Can God not see
I'm so tired and sick of feeling so alone
I guess not because he just lets me be
And eachday my heart becomes more hollow inside
It becomes all stone
This path of pain I am meant to follow
From it I can not hide
And deeper I go into this evil shadow
Because no man shows they care
I just do not want to feel anymore
I have no strength to fight
The demons that drag me to the floor
The pain and hurt inside my heart
They try to store
It's trying so hard to make me die
And some days I wish I would
I no longer want to try
Yes I know I still should
But everyday a piece of me disappears
And is gone forever
I try to scream out"help" to someone
But it seems like no one hears
And the light is fading from the sun
This evil has put a spell on peoples ears
No one hears my helping plea
This evil has made people blind
So no one can see me
Try to fight as I try to find
A way to stop these wounds
So they no longer bleed
But the evil trys so hard
To make me fail
On my pain he loves to feed
I am becoming too weak to go on
But no one will help with the fight
So I should just give up and die
Just disappear fade out sight
As I sit alone and powerless as I cry
As my soul drifts away
From my body it once knew
No longer fighting another day
My days are bitter darkness
No longer a happy clear blue sky
My lifes such a mess
I gave up I try no longer to live
This evil my soul I give
I just sit here in emptiness
I wait to die
I sit and watch my life pass me
As I hear my last word spoken
It's loud and clear
I'm not in any fear
I'm fine as I can be
To say my good-bye
The evil keeps my pain as a token
The tear I cry
My heart is so broken
And I no longer know the word
Or the meaning of the fight
I don't even try
To keep my soul in my sight
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The Fight
This is a good poem, but it also sounds like a real cry for help. Is It? *MilMan*