emotional mess

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    emotional mess

    at times i feel like someone has stabbed me in my heart with rage and hate. emotions are running haywire and i have no time to retaliate.

    i sit and cry until my head feels
    like its been hit with a hammer.
    a migraine will appear and i cant
    walk.....just stammer.

    i hate the fact i feel the way i do and dont know why.
    at times i feel like im on cloud nine, then i wonna die.

    emotions never come out they just
    stay bottled up inside.
    i never want people to know my
    feelings so behind a smile they hide

    if i had a gun id load it with three bullets and play Russian rullet. living without a care in the world and no regrets.

    regardless of what i do everyone
    puts it as if i can't do anything right.
    disregarding my feelings and my
    sleep at night.

    1 o'clock
    2 o'clock
    3 o'clock
    4.... im still awake wondering what my life has in store.

    i use to be happy, before 15
    everything was chills. now im at
    a stage in my life that's going
    down hill.

    so instead of stressing everything i act as if i don't care.
    no worries not one grey hair.

    but something is wrong like
    there is more to life than just
    going with the flow. BOOM!
    i pulled the trigger, i guess
    i'll never know.

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    truthislight commented on emotional mess

    06-17-2009

    DEEP!!! But oh so true.................................. I think we have all experienced this at one time or another.

    Prize72 commented on emotional mess

    12-25-2008

    I can relate to the feeling expressed in this poem. Very intense and powerful emotion. Fitting poem title.

    Charo commented on emotional mess

    11-20-2008

    I feel your pain. I felt like that many times. But its looking for a reason that keeps me going. At times the reason doesn't seem enough. But we are all here for a reason. We have the talent to write. We are here to send a message and relate to other

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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