My worst fear

by Patti   Feb 8, 2005


I'm living in a world
None other than fear
I feel I'm stranded
And commanded by a puppeteer

The end is coming soon
Not today or tomorrow
Nor for many more moons
Until then I will sway with sorrow

I'm in need of a simple happy memory
A cry out of joy
Or some support of my family
Instead, I'm being USED as a toy

I can't help but think
There is no way out
I won't go see a shrink
So I pay them to hear me pout

I want the end to come naturally
Instead of me forcing it
But my pain has risen
My heart is begging me to beat it

I want to stop breathing
Just to simply die
My lungs to stop living
So I don't have to cry

My tears have become more desperate
More long-term, but always near
I never knew a cry for help
Would become my worst fear

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  • 19 years ago

    by B4BY BLU3 X

    nice poem, i no how u feel wen u ryt dese poems. i av depression n da ting is, no1 can reli tell dat im depressd cuz wen im around ppl i put up a front, i do it so well, no1 can tell dat its jus a fake. so wen i tel ma frnds dat i av depression, dey dnt bliv me n dey say dat im jus makin it up 2 get attention, n it hurts wen dey say dat. it hurts 2 no dat da people i call frnds dnt even undastnd me or da way i am! so yh i no how u feel n well dun, keep it up xx

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