THE SAD THINGS IN LIFE

  One Day you just look up For no apparent reason but one Is God truly there? Does he see how much I bleed? How exhausted And empty I have become I heard about the girl who sent a prayer And along with herself to the place we yearn Was it too soon I wonder… What about me I pondered I am with a string holding like a ring So many promises of hope and life But does one truly die If they were already dead? I am screaming constantly at myself How ugly of a thing you’ve become How lonely and empty Unwanted and disregarded Why am I still here? If all I am going to do, every day of my miserable life Is ask that same question… She did not die, she found life beyond this one If only I was not a coward If only I had the strength To decide to not be miserable anymore I would live under the drowns of oceans And hang above the highest of peaceful trees Or peacefully watch in cold water as flowers bloom From the cuts above my wrists. ...

 I knew Shirley. She was young, beautiful and sweet And kind, you know, the kind of beauty  One travels roads and seas just to scribe, I knew her from the memories she painted With a stroke of a paint brush, she broke my heart  when the rain turned her smile into a sad frown that longs ever more for love... and a friend. --- I have been abandoned as a child Though i lived with my mother, She never strayed her love away,  Never from the things that weren't me I wasn't abused i was lonely. I wasn't deprived of food or her company, i was without friends and without a doll Like young girls my age, like Sarah and her barbies i was left to grow faster than i was meant, pushed away to a point the only one i did not wish for was me As a grown woman, i sought love. i was 15. --- The only love I've ever felt Was when Eddy Maake spoke to me He was what he called himself. a poet. With a tongue wrapped up in poetry His hands were possessed as he gestured paving the heavens He wou...

 I don't have the courage to die, I'm a coward  I don't have any more faith left in me to have faith in someone else  I have tried, to believe that there is a someone  a hero, to save me. And somewhere in the midst of all these endless attempts  I've, died. Have you ever felt like you deserved more than you already have Do you believe that every miserable feeling you have up until now felt was meant to make you more endurable more enduring. Or perhaps there is a reward for standing in such vile storms. *sigh*  Like the world owes you for the brutality and all the evil things you've experienced up until now  And it is the same everyday, a plus to a meaningless power. Pain doesnt make people strong no one deserves to feel like shit. "born fresh to suffer" Never expecting, never deserving And all else believe and think you've matured from all the childish happy things  But that is not it, right? You've been made so weak by situations around you that ...