Poetry is expression of the soul. remember that when reading other people poetry, sometimes, we just need to get it out. |
Twisting the knife in my back, the pain is...
Is every word meant to be something else...
Sitting in the eye of a raging storm
Watching the disaster all around...
Let it all out, cry away.
The tears will wash away the pain...
Tears sliding down her cheeks silently,
only the tears know why they are shed...
Why does it hurt so much to be me? Why do I feel...
I am drowning in my own depression. this sorrow...
Does he know you cry for him?
Late at night, when he can't see you...
Sitting in the eye of a raging storm
Watching the disaster all around...
Floating in a sea of nonesense. Can you swim? |
" You know you're crazy when you talk to yourself, but you are certifiable when you argue with yourself and lose!" |