PAIN

by AMANDA   May 21, 2005


I sit alone not even knowing what to do,
wanting to cut my wrist cause theres no one to talk to.
Every night i go to sleep with my face wet from tears,
and waking up every morning having to face my biggest fears.
Not my fears of scary monster's or even of getting raped,
but my fears of facing the problems with my family every day.
sometimes i wish god could just take me so i wont have to feel the pain,
cuz the thoughts of me staying in this world sometimes drives me insane.
My cousin just died cuz a tow truck drove and hit him,
and still the police say they are not going to get him.
I guess thinking about my cousin and the way they did him wrong,
just always makes me wish that i was the one that's gone.
My dads always working and we can't ever have his time,
and it never even seems he wants to know whats on our minds.
It seems like nobody cares or even wonders about me,
so i always think that it will be best if they all go on with out me.
Everyday i ask myself "Is today going to be the best",
or "Is today going to be the day they put me to rest"

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  • 19 years ago

    by Morgan

    that was really good...lots of emotion..thank you for commenting on my poem..you have a lot of talent. if you need anyone to talk to email me at zoeygurl21@yahoo.com. keep up the good work

  • 19 years ago

    by CynicxSincexBirth

    wow. this part ---> I sit alone not even knowing what to do,
    wanting to cut my wrist cause theres no one to talk to.
    Every night i go to sleep with my face wet from tears,
    and waking up every morning having to face my biggest fears.
    Not my fears of scary monster's or even of getting raped,
    but my fears of facing the problems with my family every day.
    sometimes i wish god could just take me so i wont have to feel the pain,
    cuz the thoughts of me staying in this world sometimes drives me insane. <----- had me going. i was like, oh my god. this person knows exactly what its like to be me. and then i read the cousin dying and i was like, hm. but she has different reasons for being this way. anyways. awesome job. couldn't have wrote that out if my life depended on it

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