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poem 20
Contributed by
Lady_Ravyn_Bloodstone
on
Tuesday, 28th March 2006 @ 11:00:50 AM in AEST
Topic:
self-harmpoetry
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I feel the craving,
I hear it call to me,
And I try to ignore it as best as I can.
But as each day goes by,
The harder it seems to get.
Broken promises,
Smashed dreams,
And shattered parts of my heart & soul,
They litter the ground like garbage.
This road I'm walking on frightens me.
It's littered with broken promises,
Smashed dreams,
And so much more.
They are like broken glass,
And I am being constantly forced to step on them,
Making them cut into my feet.
I feel so broken & empty,
Lonely & uncared for.
No matter where I turn,
Or how much I fight,
It seems like no one is on my side.
Is everyone against me?
Or am I just being overly paranoid again?
Who really knows anymore.
I sure don't.
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Re: poem 20
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 28th March 2006 @ 06:58:46 PM AEST (User
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Good poem. I too feel the same way you are not alone in this feeling. Good write |
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