Sometimesits best to just give up, stop trying, stop lieing, and start crying, start dieing. Lifes not worth it, lifes not presious. Death is when your free from pain, hate, sadness. When your tired but can't sleep when your on the edge but can't leap. You need a push. Get an enemy, hurt a friend, steal from family.This is the life we have been given, and can't give back.Day after day the pain grows darker, the darkness grows more painful. Tomorrows another day and I'm sorry.
Thats a very dark poem, would'nt cheer you up much!!!
courageMorgantown, West Virginia USAJul 12, 2009
I feel your pain. No need to be sorry. We all have pain. It is good to vent and get it out. You expressed yourself well. I hope you will write more and continue to share. Feel better soon. God Bless. Peace and Hugs!
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