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I look at now, i look at then,
my life has come to an end.
No one knows what it’s like,
i feel like stabbing myself with a dike.
Sick of the same things everyday,
i wanna make it all go away.
I don’t know what to do,
i wish i could be just like you.
Being able to do what i want is hard,
sometimes i feel like a peice of lard.
Nothing makes sence anymore,
i cry and cry pounding the floor.
It hurts inside that i feel so depressed,
maybe i need a little rest.
I know my friends depend on me,
is there something out there i don’t see?
Being alone is really tuff,
when will i get through all this stuff?
I’m hoping soon i’ll realize,
there’s a lot in life with open eyes.
3 comments
gr8!
Some poems I read out on familiar themes woven around life and I find them very interesting because of their free flow of expression. I’m moved.
Of late I also posted poems entitled ‘O Life’ for inclusion in the poetry of life. com. I shall be glad if I’m informed the fate of the poem.
The poems I read out speak about life; its seamy side. I liked them because in them I find our feelings excellently conveyed. I’m moved.