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Mother Dear Grandma Dearest
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Mother Dear Grandma Dearest |
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spritrider87 Member
since 2003-05-31
Posts 294NH |
***First off i want to give a warning because i have had stuff taken off here before. i dont belive there is anything wrong or bad in this but some people might find it offensive. there is a mention of drugs and of being gay. please dont take offense as i am talking about myself.*** When do I get a chance to cry To stop this running Figure it all out A chance to breath To finally live Let my scars heal All this blood I've bled Has been shed in vain Because what I've become Is getting to hard to tame What rules have I forgotten Am I even allowed to ask How come I'm not allowed To be who I am You make me so ashamed To be gay You might not say it But I have to be the same And all it does Is make me want To run away When you say That I'm too screwed To decide Wich sex I like You belive me when I said I wasn't into drugs Though you found them in my room Its a cry for help A flag waving in the wind When I don't eat And you belive what I say And I stop taking my meds You still belive I'm okay What do I have to do To get you to see I cant always be Okay I cant keep this smile Because I wont survive Everything I do Screames for help But I remain silent Because I'm always ok Always Forever No more As I look at this world and realize that I am the only one to have seen the end of all Good I let the tears out that and ask the world to see them. |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
A very heartfelt poem. I also happen to know how much it hurts to not have people accept you for who you are, but if it is one thing I have learned in my older age it is this. You can only be responsible for what you feel, and your own choices and actions, not theirs. Not too often do people change, and if they tell us who they are loud and clear we have to hear that, and try to respect them for who they are, as they are not about to change. I know it hurts to be misunderstood, but once you find your own way in life with people you trust and do understand you, it gets better, honest. Sometimes people never understand as they are afraid, and that is their "stuff" not yours. It does you good to write how you feel, if not in here, even in a journal, and eventually you get to know who you really are and love the skin you are in regardless of what anyone thinks. I will wish that you find that peace, and also wish you a very Merry Christmas too  |
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darkness_witch Senior Member
since 2003-12-03
Posts 516Underneath |
beautiful poem, loved it. I'm sorry to hear you're in this situation, its a toughy but I have faith you are strong enough to pull yourself out of there. Stunning poem, had a lot of passion. keep it up, know that whatever you post I will read. love and empathy sophie merry christamas yea? nirvana means freedom from pain, suffering and the external world. |
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Hollow_Emptiness Senior Member
since 2004-02-01
Posts 715New Zealand |
Hang in there my friend. A very moving poem was written here, I'm sure that if you can write this and show us all, then as Darkness_Witch said, you are strong and can make it. You just lost your way is all. Great, sad poem. And a Merry Christmas. Hollow. Courtney. You just got to see me through another day |
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spritrider87 Member
since 2003-05-31
Posts 294NH |
Thanks guys. i guess i am lost because peoples actions have caused me too second guess myself. i dont even know if i can trust myself anymore. but writing this out even if never gets to the people it was intended for helped....a little anyways. thanks again. As I look at this world and realize that I am the only one to have seen the end of all Good I let the tears out that and ask the world to see them. |
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