Hey EVERYONE,
I'm here to post my weekly poem i would like to remind people that these are poems i wrote awhile ago but they all still live today...my feelings are still the same if not worse. I'm posting 2 poems this week as i couldnt chose and they both have relations to how i'm feeling and the things/thoughts going through my head. I decided that although i'm still feeling crap that i will still post the weekly poem each week. I LOVE YOU ALL and want to THANK YOU ALL for everything. ENJOY!
The Day I Die!
The day that I die,
The day I'll never say goodbye.
The day I don't know,
Where I'm going to go.
The day that I tried,
To get rid of all these lies.
My patience is low,
So I go with the flow.
But the day that I die,
I'll never say goodbye.
I won't say goodnight,
I won't try to fight.
Don't ask me why,
But I know I won't cry.
Still no one will see,
The pain inside me.
But I won't care,
Cos soon I’ll be up there.
The day that I die I'll get to be me,
So that is the day I'll finally be Free!!
Life Is A Prison!
Life is a prison,Oh God let me out.
No one to listen,
To hear when you shout.
Climb the walls of insanity,
Ride the waves of despair.
If you fall it don't matter,
There's no one to care.
Used to wish for a window,
To see birds, trees and sky,
But you're better without one -
Stops you aiming too high.
Watching freedom is painful,
For those locked away.
Seeing joy, love and happiness,
Another price that you pay.
Strong is good, weak is bad.
Be it false, be it true.
Your mind makes the choice,
And enforces it too.
Cell walls built by society,
With rules to adhere.
If you breach the acceptable,
You had better beware.
Hide the pain, carry on,
Routine is the key.
Don't let on that you're not,
What you're pretending to be.
Lock it all up inside you,
How badly that bodes.
Look out for that one day,
When it all just explodes.
Leaving naught but a shell,
Base functionality too.
But killing all else,
That was uniquely you.
So how do you grow,
With a timebomb inside?
Or how to defuse it,
Without destroying its ride?
You can't.
Replies
becka very sad poems. remember i love you and always think about you and am praying for you. you are very special person.
love,
jeena
Wow! Personally, I prefer the second one but I relate to both. I can\'t rhyme in my poems and am quite impressed that you can put across such emotion and still ryhme. Wow.
Take care of youself Becka I am thinking of you!
Izzy
Becka, very sad poems. If only you could see what a beautiful person you are inside and out. I wish I could take away your pain. I will keep praying for you...I care and I hurt for you. Love and God bless, Robin