Hidden Pain.

by ABake   Oct 4, 2007


Past weeks haven't been easy,
To tell you the truth they have been pure hell.
All I do is write and cry,
I can't even choke out words, I wish I could yell.

Past days have only gotten harder,
I am not quite ready to let go.
I have no idea what is keeping me here,
If anyone can help me, I really need to know.

Past hours have been torture,
Thoughts still clouded, my eyes tired and dry.
My hand continues to write, bringing out my hidden pain.
I look out the window, once again asking why.

Past minutes; my heart is now completely shattered,
Is there even a reason for me to live?
I don't think so,
He took everything I had, I have nothing left to give.

[Meh. I hope you enjoy]

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  • 17 years ago

    by Teria

    ". . . anyone can help . . . " << any could?

    Hunni, I have a feeling you're really going through this all. And, that's not good. Know you have a reason to live [[if you think you don't.]]. I'm sure you have many. And, if you need someone to talk to, let me know. I'm here. (:

    Amazing poem, btw. (: I loved it. Great emotion, and I loved the whole 'week, days, hours, minutes' thing. (:

    Kiu.

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