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Stuck In My Hell
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Stuck In My Hell |
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LittleWillow Member
since 2007-12-27
Posts 54 |
Heya, im kinda new, havent been on in a long time. Thought i would post this poem, and read and comment on other peoples! (: Stuck In My Hell Im standing in a room. A dark and grusome room. Its no longer lived in and no longer loved. Its not a home, its a house. The dark and damp walls, are all that remain. since you got up and walked away. The bricks are slowly crumbling, they to are slowly giving up. Im standing here not wearing much. Back to the vulnerable child i once was. The mother who protected me. The father who wasnt around. I think you were my rock. & i just didnt know it. You took my heart with you, you stole it. I never was able to offer you much. I only had me, and what i came with. The room is getting smaller, its closing in on me. Im starting to find it difficult to breath. Just standing here, in my pjamas, lost and confused. I cant see or find anything, ive somehow got to move. I run, i run as fast as i can, the corrider is neverending. The tears are rolling down my face, and i cant remember how i got to this place. & when i cannot run nomore, the corrider is still going, I sit in the corner, so so alone. My hair hangs around my face. My feet are dirty. I might aswell be homeless. Its dark and cold. Spiders scatter around my feet. There cobwebs glow in the moonlight. I cant go anywhere they wont be able to find me. No blankets to hide under, and no closets to hide in. They could spin me round and put me in there web. Like a hopeless fly waiting for its death. Its not my home anymore, its become my prison. I cant see around it, or outside of it. Its spose to be my haven, but its become my hell. It could easily suck me in and swallow me. And i wouldnt be able to tell. Im here all alone, not knowing where to turn. I somehow thought that oneday you would return. Everythings changed its not the same. I will burn in the fire, it will gulp me up. No-one will ever find me, and no-one will ever care. Im gone forever, stuck in my hell. I jolt up, wipe sweat from my head. Realising that, yes, you may be gone. But i am still here, with everything i need. I cant let it break me, and i cant give up the fight. Ive worked to damn hard to give it all up for this one night. I will stand tall and proud. This is my home, it will not become my prison, it will not become my hell. I will breakaway. |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
Don't be trapped by your emotions... I agree(: Juju -Juju |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
the world can only hurt you if you let it, right? I liked this, reminds me of my writing in some ways.. and of course, that makes me like it even more! haha just jokin'..  |
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