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My time is near
She always had a fragile soul
She only wanted to mend the holes
That her heart could never fix
Broken again, piece by piece
There's never a time her pain is released
She wants to be gone, but the clock never ticks
Her life is like hell
So she can't help but dwell
Drowning, in a pool of tears
Her past is too dark
And it rips her apart
Just thinking of the scars and fears
She is broken and bruised
She is lost and confused
Each day, she's hurt even more
It's a matter of time
Before she says her goodbyes
And falls out, flat on the floor
She only wanted to mend the holes
That her heart could never fix
Broken again, piece by piece
There's never a time her pain is released
She wants to be gone, but the clock never ticks
Her life is like hell
So she can't help but dwell
Drowning, in a pool of tears
Her past is too dark
And it rips her apart
Just thinking of the scars and fears
She is broken and bruised
She is lost and confused
Each day, she's hurt even more
It's a matter of time
Before she says her goodbyes
And falls out, flat on the floor
Published 18th Aug 2014
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18th Aug 2014 4:22pm
Damn!That sounds like a girl i know!I have to double check the lock on her diary!!!
Wow!
Wow!
18th Aug 2014 4:35pm
I'm glad you liked it.
It's just describing where my life is at right now. I had to hear that any one else is going through something like this, it's not a fun or wanted moment.
It's just describing where my life is at right now. I had to hear that any one else is going through something like this, it's not a fun or wanted moment.
Anonymous
20th Aug 2014 6:13pm
Wow! Full of emotion, I really like the way this powerful work comes across. Slick rhyming too. Good therapy, I hope.
25th Aug 2014 5:21am
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22nd Sep 2014 9:42am
Very deep Strange Being. Your search the furthest depths of sorrow in this poem and we get to feel it with you. You make your experience common for us all to experience. Then, the poem ends and locks the door on this place of your torn emotion. Maybe in another poem, you can write your escape and we can follow you through that as well :)A hug for you Strange Being. Your poetry reminds of one of my first friends to do poetry. When I was in 8th grade, he would show his poems to us, and those were some of my first experiences with poetry. Best of fortune comrade in the poetic caliphate! :)
22nd Sep 2014 2:41pm
Decipher, thank you for the cyber hug.
I'm glad you came across my poem, though I don't see a following one just yet. I haven't found my own escape.
Thank you for your very thoughtful comment, I look forward to many more conversations with you. Best of fortune to you as well.
~Strange
I'm glad you came across my poem, though I don't see a following one just yet. I haven't found my own escape.
Thank you for your very thoughtful comment, I look forward to many more conversations with you. Best of fortune to you as well.
~Strange
27th Sep 2014 8:57pm
The despair is thick and all consuming. It suffocates. This poem brings back memories for me. Be assured SB, you will come out better for it. Enjoyed.
28th Sep 2014 00:24am
Xmar, if the poem brings back memories, I'm sorry that you had to go through this.
I'm assuming(ah, yes, the all dreaded word) though, that you made it out and better than ever. So with that thought in mind, it brings me hope.
Thank you for your comment.
I'm assuming(ah, yes, the all dreaded word) though, that you made it out and better than ever. So with that thought in mind, it brings me hope.
Thank you for your comment.
