Category: Writers Block
Trying to speak, but not a sound.
Trying to tell them how I feel. Why won’t they listen, are they def.
or stupid, not every one wants the same thing, it was my idea.
Why can’t I do things my way. I am sick of people interfering.
Going to hide now, far away, then maybe I can have the peace I want.
Dark and quiet, silence, no one to tell me, no, this way is best, your doing it wrong.
Why can’t they see, I am falling in a hole. With long straight sides, no way to get out.
So at the bottom of the hole I sit and ponder, if life is worth living any longer.
The sun sets on a cold clear day, but hear in my hole is wear I’ll stay.
safe from peoples interfering ways, no longer under there intense scrutinizing gaze.
Under my cosy quilt I’ll curl up and wait. For the opening of hell or heavens gate.
The pain in my chest rips me apart, what did I do, for them to rip out my heart.
Why are they so mean to me, why can’t they leave me alone. All I wanted was to be safe at home.
But in this hole I sit and hide, whilst the broozes start to appear all over my side.
The darkness creaps slowly. Oh so slowly over me,
Time for me to leave now, saying good by, I’m going, up, up to the sky.
Sorry I was so bad, sorry I was a failure, sorry I wasn’t what you wanted.
I tried to please you, do every thing write, but still you left me alone at night,
Now I’m going it still isn’t write, you don’t want me you never have.
Good by for ever, why is it so hard. To leave the person that hates me so.
They looked and looked but they couldn’t find, the person they had left behind,
oh how they wish they were safe and sound. All they found was a quilt in the ground.
So let this be a lesson all, love every thing no matter how small.
all things that you hold dear, keep for ever some wear near.
Sis - it is so so great. It makes me sad, but it is still good - as all your poems you wrote on here.
Hey Linz love. This piece really fits my present mood. Depressing music, and writings to match.
As awesome as always my little fluffy Linz (yes, little!)
Its very good.
Linds, it's great. thanks once more.
Oh chicky. *hugs* That's great, where for great you should read tragic, and achy, and powerful. And, it just, hurts!
True, it hurts. Iti's really powerful.
Wow!