Saturday, April 17, 2010

I'm Sorry

I'm sorry I don't comment, and I don't email, and I don't seem to keep up. I always read your blogs, I do. I just don't comment. And there's so much bursting inside me, that I haven't a soul to talk to, and it hurts so badly.

And all I do is write poems and listen to sad music and cry all day.

So this is what I have, I called it flsajgakyt or something stupid because I was angry.

As the words float by me I can see where this is going.
I can almost touch them and their baneful way
I feel as though I'm drifting out to sea
And the power of this pain, oh it's taken over me

I don't want to lay down and die
but as the days drag on, I'm losing the want to try

I'm a one in fifteen - or something like that -
so tell me, where the heck am I at?
Why is there is no cure?

Why is there no help?
Why is it that I can never get out?

Each day drags on, a new symptom found
And I feel as though I am one with the ground.

I cannot sit, and I cannot stand,
I cannot run, I cannot ride,
I may as well just lay down and die.

And the pain sears through me,
but I have no choice
I'm only one person,
with a very small voice

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

I Can't Keep Going

I just can't take this.
Everything. Just. Sucks.


I've never hurt like this before. I don't like growing up. I just want someone...someone to talk to. I can't make decisions, just tell me what to do. I don't want to think anymore. I don't.

Everything is crashing down on me, and I can't do this any longer.