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As Much As I Don't
The light turned to dark
And the hidden tears are slipping
The pain is starting to show
As much as I'm hurting
I don't want anyone to know
The Life is leading to Death
And inside my heart is ripping
The hate has returned
As much as I'm trying to let go
I don't want anyone to know
The happy turned to depressed
And my life I want to take
This is beyond my control
As much as I want you
I don't want anyone to know
The dreams were completely destroyed
And my future is gone
No matter what I wanted
I ask for one more request from Life
I don't want anyone to know
And the hidden tears are slipping
The pain is starting to show
As much as I'm hurting
I don't want anyone to know
The Life is leading to Death
And inside my heart is ripping
The hate has returned
As much as I'm trying to let go
I don't want anyone to know
The happy turned to depressed
And my life I want to take
This is beyond my control
As much as I want you
I don't want anyone to know
The dreams were completely destroyed
And my future is gone
No matter what I wanted
I ask for one more request from Life
I don't want anyone to know
Published 17th Jul 2014
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31st Aug 2014 11:44pm
Luvtrish05, luv :-* ~
This poem is heartwrenchingly poignant and bespeaks such inner agonies.
I have always said that while being IN the depression is sheer torture, sliding in is the easiest thing ever, effortless. Clawing one's way out, however, is like climbing a sheet of sheer glass: nearly impossible. But, it IS possible.
Here's the deal: while it seems the only viable option while the pain is wracking you horridly, death isn't really a viable one because it is the end of possibilities. Life contains possibilities within it, including the possibility for things to actually get better (remote as that might seem); that possibility exists as long as life does.
Just consider that. Please. Possibilities for positive cessation of pain, luv. :-*
This poem is heartwrenchingly poignant and bespeaks such inner agonies.
I have always said that while being IN the depression is sheer torture, sliding in is the easiest thing ever, effortless. Clawing one's way out, however, is like climbing a sheet of sheer glass: nearly impossible. But, it IS possible.
Here's the deal: while it seems the only viable option while the pain is wracking you horridly, death isn't really a viable one because it is the end of possibilities. Life contains possibilities within it, including the possibility for things to actually get better (remote as that might seem); that possibility exists as long as life does.
Just consider that. Please. Possibilities for positive cessation of pain, luv. :-*
