Poems About Feeling Lost Published by Members Recently Online
#FeelingLost
Poems about feeling lost published by members recently online.
hurt's riddle
my hurt speaks in riddles
this way out if you want to survive
fear's doors are nailed shut
& the house is on fire
if you need to see the pharmacist
go through the tunneling maze
of self hatred
there's a drug dealer ...
this way out if you want to survive
fear's doors are nailed shut
& the house is on fire
if you need to see the pharmacist
go through the tunneling maze
of self hatred
there's a drug dealer ...
#drugs
#addiction
#myself
#confusion
#FeelingLost
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hurt's riddle
my hurt speaks in riddles
this way out if you want to survive
fear's doors are nailed shut
& the house is on fire
if you need to see the pharmacist
go through the tunneling maze
of self hatred
there's a drug dealer ...
this way out if you want to survive
fear's doors are nailed shut
& the house is on fire
if you need to see the pharmacist
go through the tunneling maze
of self hatred
there's a drug dealer ...
#drugs
#addiction
#myself
#confusion
#FeelingLost
1292 reads
26 Comments
hurt's riddle
my hurt speaks in riddles
this way out if you want to survive
fear's doors are nailed shut
& the house is on fire
if you need to see the pharmacist
go through the tunneling maze
of self hatred
there's a drug dealer ...
this way out if you want to survive
fear's doors are nailed shut
& the house is on fire
if you need to see the pharmacist
go through the tunneling maze
of self hatred
there's a drug dealer ...
#drugs
#addiction
#myself
#confusion
#FeelingLost
1292 reads
26 Comments
hurt's riddle
my hurt speaks in riddles
this way out if you want to survive
fear's doors are nailed shut
& the house is on fire
if you need to see the pharmacist
go through the tunneling maze
of self hatred
there's a drug dealer ...
this way out if you want to survive
fear's doors are nailed shut
& the house is on fire
if you need to see the pharmacist
go through the tunneling maze
of self hatred
there's a drug dealer ...
#drugs
#addiction
#myself
#confusion
#FeelingLost
1292 reads
26 Comments
hurt's riddle
my hurt speaks in riddles
this way out if you want to survive
fear's doors are nailed shut
& the house is on fire
if you need to see the pharmacist
go through the tunneling maze
of self hatred
there's a drug dealer ...
this way out if you want to survive
fear's doors are nailed shut
& the house is on fire
if you need to see the pharmacist
go through the tunneling maze
of self hatred
there's a drug dealer ...
#drugs
#addiction
#myself
#confusion
#FeelingLost
1292 reads
26 Comments
Crossroads
The years pass us by, the time flies past us day and day by and bye
But a certain point in time, time passes through us and the years crush through us
In that moment we are alive but we die
And inside we try to live but we cry and cry
I'm at the crossroads I want to get through this time and live far
I try to ignore moments and whilist I make love to the bar,
The bar she gives me liquor and ganja so my mind can wonder
But when I'm sober I can't help but wonder
how I can make it through but should I bother
Or am I lost forever
Stuck on...
But a certain point in time, time passes through us and the years crush through us
In that moment we are alive but we die
And inside we try to live but we cry and cry
I'm at the crossroads I want to get through this time and live far
I try to ignore moments and whilist I make love to the bar,
The bar she gives me liquor and ganja so my mind can wonder
But when I'm sober I can't help but wonder
how I can make it through but should I bother
Or am I lost forever
Stuck on...
#anxiety
#depression
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
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0 Comments
Crossroads
The years pass us by, the time flies past us day and day by and bye
But a certain point in time, time passes through us and the years crush through us
In that moment we are alive but we die
And inside we try to live but we cry and cry
I'm at the crossroads I want to get through this time and live far
I try to ignore moments and whilist I make love to the bar,
The bar she gives me liquor and ganja so my mind can wonder
But when I'm sober I can't help but wonder
how I can make it through but should I bother
Or am I lost forever
Stuck on...
But a certain point in time, time passes through us and the years crush through us
In that moment we are alive but we die
And inside we try to live but we cry and cry
I'm at the crossroads I want to get through this time and live far
I try to ignore moments and whilist I make love to the bar,
The bar she gives me liquor and ganja so my mind can wonder
But when I'm sober I can't help but wonder
how I can make it through but should I bother
Or am I lost forever
Stuck on...
#anxiety
#depression
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
264 reads
0 Comments
Crossroads
The years pass us by, the time flies past us day and day by and bye
But a certain point in time, time passes through us and the years crush through us
In that moment we are alive but we die
And inside we try to live but we cry and cry
I'm at the crossroads I want to get through this time and live far
I try to ignore moments and whilist I make love to the bar,
The bar she gives me liquor and ganja so my mind can wonder
But when I'm sober I can't help but wonder
how I can make it through but should I bother
Or am I lost forever
Stuck on...
But a certain point in time, time passes through us and the years crush through us
In that moment we are alive but we die
And inside we try to live but we cry and cry
I'm at the crossroads I want to get through this time and live far
I try to ignore moments and whilist I make love to the bar,
The bar she gives me liquor and ganja so my mind can wonder
But when I'm sober I can't help but wonder
how I can make it through but should I bother
Or am I lost forever
Stuck on...
#anxiety
#depression
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
264 reads
0 Comments
Crossroads
The years pass us by, the time flies past us day and day by and bye
But a certain point in time, time passes through us and the years crush through us
In that moment we are alive but we die
And inside we try to live but we cry and cry
I'm at the crossroads I want to get through this time and live far
I try to ignore moments and whilist I make love to the bar,
The bar she gives me liquor and ganja so my mind can wonder
But when I'm sober I can't help but wonder
how I can make it through but should I bother
Or am I lost forever
Stuck on...
But a certain point in time, time passes through us and the years crush through us
In that moment we are alive but we die
And inside we try to live but we cry and cry
I'm at the crossroads I want to get through this time and live far
I try to ignore moments and whilist I make love to the bar,
The bar she gives me liquor and ganja so my mind can wonder
But when I'm sober I can't help but wonder
how I can make it through but should I bother
Or am I lost forever
Stuck on...
#anxiety
#depression
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
264 reads
0 Comments
Crossroads
The years pass us by, the time flies past us day and day by and bye
But a certain point in time, time passes through us and the years crush through us
In that moment we are alive but we die
And inside we try to live but we cry and cry
I'm at the crossroads I want to get through this time and live far
I try to ignore moments and whilist I make love to the bar,
The bar she gives me liquor and ganja so my mind can wonder
But when I'm sober I can't help but wonder
how I can make it through but should I bother
Or am I lost forever
Stuck on...
But a certain point in time, time passes through us and the years crush through us
In that moment we are alive but we die
And inside we try to live but we cry and cry
I'm at the crossroads I want to get through this time and live far
I try to ignore moments and whilist I make love to the bar,
The bar she gives me liquor and ganja so my mind can wonder
But when I'm sober I can't help but wonder
how I can make it through but should I bother
Or am I lost forever
Stuck on...
#anxiety
#depression
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
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0 Comments
Feelings lost
Feelings lost
Your hand runs across my face, I feel your tender touch, along my shoulders you're still there, is to wish for more to much
Because I know when you touch my chest, soon sensation will be gone, it left the very moment, my spinal chord went wrong
I can feel you kiss me, see the love and desire in your eyes, but no longer will I feel your hand running up my thigh
No more of your soft Velvet touch, no more simple hand resting on my knee, even though I can see your touch, that's all that's left for me
Broken from the chest...
Your hand runs across my face, I feel your tender touch, along my shoulders you're still there, is to wish for more to much
Because I know when you touch my chest, soon sensation will be gone, it left the very moment, my spinal chord went wrong
I can feel you kiss me, see the love and desire in your eyes, but no longer will I feel your hand running up my thigh
No more of your soft Velvet touch, no more simple hand resting on my knee, even though I can see your touch, that's all that's left for me
Broken from the chest...
#sadness
#FeelingLost
#emotional
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4 Comments
Feelings lost
Feelings lost
Your hand runs across my face, I feel your tender touch, along my shoulders you're still there, is to wish for more to much
Because I know when you touch my chest, soon sensation will be gone, it left the very moment, my spinal chord went wrong
I can feel you kiss me, see the love and desire in your eyes, but no longer will I feel your hand running up my thigh
No more of your soft Velvet touch, no more simple hand resting on my knee, even though I can see your touch, that's all that's left for me
Broken from the chest...
Your hand runs across my face, I feel your tender touch, along my shoulders you're still there, is to wish for more to much
Because I know when you touch my chest, soon sensation will be gone, it left the very moment, my spinal chord went wrong
I can feel you kiss me, see the love and desire in your eyes, but no longer will I feel your hand running up my thigh
No more of your soft Velvet touch, no more simple hand resting on my knee, even though I can see your touch, that's all that's left for me
Broken from the chest...
#sadness
#FeelingLost
#emotional
498 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Feeling Lost Published by Members Recently Online