Alone
I sit alone
waiting for my time to end
tears running down my face
how can you do this to me?
anger fills my heart
Gone
i lie to hide
cut off from feelings
losing all sense of connection to others
Broken
where are you
i need you
Forever
i want to take a Razor to my wrist
gliding it slowly
blood appears
i feel no Pain
my only Friend….
fake smile
no one sees
scares on my wrist
I am ready
Good bye world…..
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Day after day | 0 | 02/15/2012 |
| Release my soul | 1 | 02/14/2012 |
| Alone | 0 | 01/27/2012 |
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