Sad Poems

Memory of What Was Lost

The days of freedom and no worry
Of irresponsibility and fun
All is gone, all is done

The times of no pity or pain
Of happiness and danger-none
All is gone, all is done

The hopes and dreams for the future
The life it used to be
All is gone, all is done

The life of a child, no stress
Nothing but happiness
All is gone, all is done

All is lost, never to return
Hearts are broken
All part of life's trials
The saddest part, the stage of denial

My Uncle

From the time I was a child, My uncle was a large part of my life. He cared for all the kids, when our parents went places. As I grew up, his relationship changed from that adult guiding figure to the friend who would always be there. My uncle was there for most of the milestones and crossroads in my life. Whenever I hit one of those tough times and nobody liked my decisions, He was always there.

He would give me one of his giant bear hugs and tell me no matter how everyone else felt, it was my choice. He would stand beside me whatever it might be. He was good at those hugs, one when he first saw me and then one or many at all the right times.

The last conversation I had with my uncle was about one of those tough choices nobody else liked, But he was right there hugging me before I even said a word.

The Great Escape

His life was complicated as all teenagers' are. He needed a way out, a sigh of relief, a friend. So he chose an artificial pick me up. He got high. After the first time , his hunger increased. He was hooked
The more he did it, the more it took.
He went slowly down...
Down a path many choose to follow. His attiutde changed. All he cared for were the drugs. The drugs he now needed. We knew he had gone too far.

Today I write as I sit by his grave. His poor heart couldnt handle the abuse, he died.
All I remember is his last worry, who gave him that last fix?
The drugs ruined his life
He couldn't listen and he wouldn't stop.

So Young To Die

She's a lonely soul wandering aimlessly
She died before her time
Her death shocked us all, it came so suddenly
Her happy thoughts and warm, bright smile will remain with us all

So young to die
I wish it were a lie

Your life taken, your smile gone
You were too young to die
Thoughts are circling, rumors everywhere Why?
Tell me, Why did you have to die?

The time has come for me to join your lifeless soul with mine
But I'm too young to die
Our souls shall join and intertwine
Both gone before our times

So young to die
I wish it were a lie

Who Am I?

There has never been a time for me that I feel more lost than now
I work so hard at finding me, but I can't figure out quite how

Am I loving? Am I caring? Do I have a gentle heart?
I'm so lost right now, no idea where to start

Can I love? Can I hate? Can I live? Do I learn?
To find this all out is for what I yearn

Do I want to love? Do I want to be alone?
These are things I long since should have known

I am hurting with my heart full of tears
What have I done so far to survive all these years?

When I go to bed and I cry
Do I really wanna die?

How can I find out all these things?
Have you any idea the frustration it brings?

I would rather live my life searching for a reason why
Than live my entire life protected by a lie.

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