To live long enough to get tiered of the world is the worst prank God has ever pulled ... but as long as he's happy right?
I try, I care, I love, I aim to be fair
I give and I give, I try to teach people to live
I put on a smile, paint myself red ...
Every day I make it look as if I got up on the right side of bed ...
Yet, when I am in your face you just do not see
You don't see the real true sad lonely me ...
You do not see the tears I cry, or hear me beg why ...
You do not feel the unending pain that will not cease
The unbearable poison cold that eats ravenously at my soul
My mind is a dank dark prison with no hope of release ...
You do not see the monsters that chase me through my dreams
Clawing and grabbing, waiting for me to fall that they might devour me ...
You do not sense the longing with in my heart to stop running right in my tracks ...
I would allow them to eat me without even attempting to look back ...
My bones are tired my soul grows ever weary
My eyes no longer see life's good ... most often extremely teary
My hands no longer want to help ... I have no more to give ...
More often than not I have lost the will to live ...
I just cannot do this anymore ...
Everything in life for me is such an exhausting chore ...
So yes ... here I sit, in my overused chair ...
Wondering just how much more utter misery I can bear ...
I sit alone in the dark and I type ...
Watching my words like a shroud slowly unfurl ...
I realize completely I just may be the saddest girl who ever lived in this world.
jj
Poetry by Jessica j.
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Written on 2007-01-20 at 01:54
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saddest girl in the world
I am perhaps the saddest girl in the entire worldI try, I care, I love, I aim to be fair
I give and I give, I try to teach people to live
I put on a smile, paint myself red ...
Every day I make it look as if I got up on the right side of bed ...
Yet, when I am in your face you just do not see
You don't see the real true sad lonely me ...
You do not see the tears I cry, or hear me beg why ...
You do not feel the unending pain that will not cease
The unbearable poison cold that eats ravenously at my soul
My mind is a dank dark prison with no hope of release ...
You do not see the monsters that chase me through my dreams
Clawing and grabbing, waiting for me to fall that they might devour me ...
You do not sense the longing with in my heart to stop running right in my tracks ...
I would allow them to eat me without even attempting to look back ...
My bones are tired my soul grows ever weary
My eyes no longer see life's good ... most often extremely teary
My hands no longer want to help ... I have no more to give ...
More often than not I have lost the will to live ...
I just cannot do this anymore ...
Everything in life for me is such an exhausting chore ...
So yes ... here I sit, in my overused chair ...
Wondering just how much more utter misery I can bear ...
I sit alone in the dark and I type ...
Watching my words like a shroud slowly unfurl ...
I realize completely I just may be the saddest girl who ever lived in this world.
jj
Poetry by Jessica j.
Read 560 times
Written on 2007-01-20 at 01:54
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