shattered

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shattered

Shattered
Tears flow down my face, tired oh so tired
I battle daily just to draw my next breath
I cry a river of tears daily I cannot stop
mostly I just dream of death.
Alone and lost am I wishing for peace
I want the nightmare to end I am tired of the pain
My disease out of control noone and nowhere to turn
Sharing myself never again will I give my heart for what will I gain
My mind races my heart broken shattered into a million peices
Why should I care why should I try
God I want a blade so bad I want to cut away the pain
to heal the wounds deep inside so I will not cry
The steel calls my name asking me to bring relief
A bottle full a pills calls my name
an escape I desire, tired of those who think they know so much
they have no idea what it is like to live in my crazy world
I am alone just desire that loving touch
But have so much pain so much confusion
Noone could ever understand or deal with the insanity
they would never stay, they all run away,
so the fortress walls have been rebuilt the icy
heart has nearly become frozen and devoid of love
I am tired of the struggle tired of the tears tired of the pain inside
so as I fight to find the will to survive another day
this little girl lost runs away to hide.
Shutting out the world I lock the door will the sun rise tommorow
will I make it through the cold of night
Time will tell the little girl runs to hide
I am filled with fright.
Please may the Goddess watch over me for I have the strength no more
to fight, I want to let go may the cold reality of my life end today.
So with all this said I close the door
and leave the rest to fate.

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FiloRozzell commented on shattered

08-04-2009

You have read some of my stuff so I know you know I understand, babe you must keep releasing this on this paper because if you don't you will explode. So BLOW that SH** OUT! I loved it...................

hugjoan commented on shattered

05-22-2009

I see torment, sadness, and loneliness in this poem. Yet done with great feeling. oh yes, there are days many days people feel as the person in this poem feels ,she has done it well.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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