just a crap part of my life. and as usual the writing pulled me through it.
I know i cannot face it, like so many others do
It sits inside me waiting, Like some dead thing cast aside
It gnaws and picks around my heart, untill theres nothing left inside
I feel as though I'm passing through some dark and empty state
One minute full of sadness, and the next consumed with hate
I feel so sick and helpless, I don't know what to do
Oh God, please take the pain away, or help me see it through.
This can't go on forever, or so I have been told
I feel betrayed emotionally, and left out in the cold
Again the tears are welling up to trickle down my face
My heart screams out to run and hide, to find some other place.
I did'nt ask to fall in love, my souls in utter torment
The pain I feel is oh so real, just stem the flow a moment
I close my eyes and peace descends, my thoughts reflect no more
And gently as I slip away, so does the bottle to the floor.
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2005-10-10 at 11:50
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Quid Pro Quo.
My love has gone forever, I know it to be trueI know i cannot face it, like so many others do
It sits inside me waiting, Like some dead thing cast aside
It gnaws and picks around my heart, untill theres nothing left inside
I feel as though I'm passing through some dark and empty state
One minute full of sadness, and the next consumed with hate
I feel so sick and helpless, I don't know what to do
Oh God, please take the pain away, or help me see it through.
This can't go on forever, or so I have been told
I feel betrayed emotionally, and left out in the cold
Again the tears are welling up to trickle down my face
My heart screams out to run and hide, to find some other place.
I did'nt ask to fall in love, my souls in utter torment
The pain I feel is oh so real, just stem the flow a moment
I close my eyes and peace descends, my thoughts reflect no more
And gently as I slip away, so does the bottle to the floor.
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2005-10-10 at 11:50
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