| My PoEmS *PaGe 2* =) | |||||||||||||||
| Intermal Weeping By: Shalene McNeil :) Life Has A Funny Way, I Hate It; But Yet I Stay. It's Hard To Go Through My Day, Hoping Everything Will Soon Be Okay. I No Longer Feel Like I Have To Be Ahead, There's No Hope Inside Of Me, I Am Dead. Why Should I Be In Despair? Why Should I Even Care? Lately, I've been Thinking, and It Seems: This World We Live In Is Made Of Our Dreams. NoOne Ever Finds What They Are Seeking, Everyone Ends Their Life In Weeping. We Weep For The Memories We've Lost, We Weep For The Days We've Tossed. When My Time Comes, Everything Will Be Clear, And I Will Be Glad To Leave, Without Even A Tear. I will Die, And Will Not Be Missed, Life Will Go On, It Will Always Exist. Like Everyone Else, I Will Go Away, And Forever I Will Stay: Watching Down On This Horendous Act Of Living, Still, Forever, Trying To Figure Out It's Meaning. |
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| Time By Me Something Inside Me Is Missing, Sometimes I Think I Know What It Is, I Think The Mistery, That Is Me, Has Been Solved, But That Feeling Never Leaves. I Feel Hollow And Empty. This Unknown Cause Erks Me, Like A Lost Soul. It Makes Me Wonder, If I Will Ever Feel Right Again. It's Like Looking 4 Something In The Pitch Black The Darkness Of Myself... Will This Object Ever Be Found? Only Time Will Tell. |
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| Help By Shalene Emm. =) Why Is It, That I Do What I Do? Why Is It, That I Hide From You? I Am Not Who You See, Who You See, Is Not Me. Why Do I Create And Wear These Masks? Where Do I Find Answers, To These Questions I Ask? I Panic At The Thought Of My Weaknesses, I Panic At the Thought Of Failure, I Panic At The Thought Of My Future, I Panic At The Thought Of Change... I Panic. I Don't Know Why I Always Cry, I Don't Know Why I Can No Longer Try. I Don't KNow Why I Think Life Is So Bad, I Don't Know Why I'm Always Sad. Help Me Please, If You Can... Maybe The Only Thing I Need, Is Your Hand. |
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| This Poem Is Unfinished But I Thought I'd Put It On Here Ne Wayz: I've Broken Away, From The Restraints Of You, You Can No Longer Tell Me What I Should Do. Who Are You, To Dictate To Me? Who Are You, To Tell Me Who I Should Be? I Followed You For So Long, But What Makes You Right, And Me So Wrong? No I'll Do As I Wish... |
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