Hey, i've been writing poems since i can rememer, about 5 years ago when the derpression started. I find it hard to talk about my thoughts and feelings, so i write. i've never showed any one these, to scared they'll laugh. im having art therapy to help me with this and i recommend it to people in my situation. Thanks. Paula xx |
I'm drowning in my thoughts
so i'm putting my hands up for help...
Sick of living
Sick of life...
You had no right treating me the way you did,
I was a grown woman not a stupid little kid...
Why is it always me that has to ring you,
Weeks could go by and you wouldn't have a clue...
Why is it always me that has to ring you,
Weeks could go by and you wouldn't have a clue...
Here i am traveling to my death,
Counting down the minutes till i draw my last...
You had no right treating me the way you did,
I was a grown woman not a stupid little kid...
Why can't i shift these memories in my head
They just wont go...
You were the best nephew
And i thought the world of you, People could see...
Im sure that your glad now that your free, |
Why is it when i need you most, you walk away. |
The surest way to have happiness and peace of mind is to gave them to someone else. |