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by Debra Dec 27, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I try to speak And tell you what I feel But while I am talking I’m not convinced it’s real I think you’re listening But I’m not sure Your eyes seem to wander And stare at the floor I pour out my soul Rip open my heart But half the time I don’t know where to start Once I’m done You say you understand And try to help By holding my hand But what pains me most Is when you ask me once more Eyes still staring At the floor Have you listened? Have you heard? I told you last time I gave you my word Were you paying attention? Or was it just an act Did you take it all in? Or think of it as a fact I let you know What I feel Told you truly What was real But you keep asking Time and time again I thought tou were listening I thought you were my friendMy words haven’t changed My feelings are still the same I hope you understand That this is not a game So why do I bother? Why should I care? Why do I keep telling you? If you’re not really there
by Cady
omg, thats an awesome poem, i love it ! nice work keep it up!