Open Poetry #4 |
~HELP~ I'm comfused |
JesiKa raBBit Junior Member
since 1999-11-11
Posts 11midland Texas USA |
I look around but all I see are the backs that have been turned on the one who once loved them. I can't see clearly anymore and the thought inside my head repeat the demining words that I've been called once before. Why is life this way? Just once I would like to wake up to think that today "might" be a good day, but never in my life have I ever felt wanted, needed, adored loved, charished or even pretty, and that hurts. How could I love myself if no one loves me? How could I love someone else if I don't love myself? When will all the answers to all the confusing questions that dance around in my head be revealed? Do I have to find "the one" that one person who's supposed to understand me, on the deepest level imaginable. Does that person even exist? Or am I doomed to live a life of lonliness. What if I do find that one will he make all the qustions and bad thoughts disaper? or will he make it all worse and leave me here alone still with help wanted alone still with help wanted? [This message has been edited by JesiKa raBBit (edited 11-16-1999).] [This message has been edited by JesiKa raBBit (edited 11-16-1999).] |
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Ohme Senior Member
since 1999-07-17
Posts 816Texas |
jesiKa, I felt the emotion of your poem. For anyone to feel that no one loves them is more than sad, it's tragic. I hope that is not the way you are feeling now. ------------------ Yesterday is history, tomorrow just a mystery. And if today is good to me how could I ask for more? |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Jes, The help wanted might help. But I think the poem will help the most. You wrote some inner fealings If you study what you wrote you might find an answer. Enjoyed the read. |
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FreeByrd Member
since 1999-11-03
Posts 267 |
Hang in there .... Better days are ahead -RS There must be some kinda way out of here... say the joker to the thief There's to much confusion, I can't get no relief - Hendrix |
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