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Just...
Contributed by
Davinah
on
Monday, 7th February 2005 @ 03:22:30 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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As I am standing here, defeated again by evil fate,
My defences harmed, my feelings hurt,
Disappointed, powerless and above all: alone...
Emotions shattered and aching inside once more
I can't even be bothered to ask myself; 'Why me?'
Because it is as clear as day
That it was just not meant to be...
Forcing myself to try and breathe,
Searching restlessly for strength to carry on
To mend the pieces and to finally belong
...Permanent damage done...
Take a look at this wounded soul,
Covered with bruises that will never heal
No longer afraid to face the pain
For it is all I know and all that forever will remain...
You are just one of the many,
By whom I was betrayed
Lured into your web of make belief
Strangled by your lies
No, you are not the first to leave me here to die...
Walked into the trap
With both eyes wide open
Knowing that I was heading for a fall
But willing to live through some more pain again
The sweet smell of love and its bitter aftertaste
So consciously aware that I could never win...
Just another failure
Another trial and error
Just a little mistake...
Just me...
Alone, let down, stranded
So tired and worn out
Just lost in despair
Just...
Waiting for my last exit...
Copyright ©
Davinah
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2005-02-07 03:22:30] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Just...
(User Rating: 1 ) by Sony_Boat on
Sunday, 4th June 2006 @ 02:09:30 PM AEST (User
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Those little mistakes do teach. Your poems shows you have a lot of love, never stop sharing, even if the receiver decides to leave. GJ, wonderful poem. Self pity can teach if you open up and say, ok, I know I feel this way, but let me go on and try again, with both eyes open. |
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