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Not Yet Suicide (25, April 2011)
I feel so alone,
Even when you lay next to me.
When those bad dreams come true,
I'll turn to you.
I've made choices I can't take back,
And I have to live with the memories,
Memories I can't forget.
I was never me to turn back to,
Because of the tricks my mind plays.
And I'm so sick,
Tired of the games.
With all the time in the world,
It's not enough for all that's on my mind.
Even when you lay next to me.
When those bad dreams come true,
I'll turn to you.
I've made choices I can't take back,
And I have to live with the memories,
Memories I can't forget.
I was never me to turn back to,
Because of the tricks my mind plays.
And I'm so sick,
Tired of the games.
With all the time in the world,
It's not enough for all that's on my mind.
Published 31st Mar 2016
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31st Mar 2016 5:28am
Well I'm glad this poem five years old, but knowing how these feelings come and go in my own mind, I hope you are not contemplating this once again... good write that I relate to!
JJ
JJ
31st Mar 2016 10:43am
This is the second poem i read from you in last few days, i wonder, kind of like this words are coming out of my mind, such a same feelings and emotions, tnx u
