Let's see, a poem, like this:
So deep that I'm in an abyss
So diluted with thoughts of other days
Circling my mind, pushing me deeper and deeper
The pain of the guilt and sorrow blend into that known remorse
Pity ? For the self, loathing those past days
Holding on to the decisions of the last and not the future
Such a depression, always finds me, in some dark hour
It hits like lightening, brightening all those hidden corners
Striking the tree, straight in the heart
Regret swells as I go deeper within
Hiding all those emotions that slowly kill
Eating away at that heart who has not learned to forgive the self
Any thing could be the trigger to set off the combustion
It's contents have been built over time
Repressed at all costs until that unbearable moment
It sqeezes its way in: dying to be let out in some form
Driving the body crazy as if it were pushing itself out
Forcing those self-fed lies to flows out in that river
Racking the very being within
Shaking until it wants to break--pushing me
To the point where reason slowly returns
All the pain leaves and I can sleep
Until that pain builds up into a mountain again
And push me over another ledge.







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Ain't no party like a Scranton party 'cause a Scranton party don't stop!
--
lindsey B.
/l、
゙(゚、 。 7
l、゙ ~ヽ
じしf_, )ノ
I Love Kitty's!
--
southern smoke
--
lindsey B.
/l、
゙(゚、 。 7
l、゙ ~ヽ
じしf_, )ノ
I Love Kitty's!
--
*_*Say what you need to say*_*
--
southern smoke
--
*_*Say what you need to say*_*
--
lindsey B.
/l、
゙(゚、 。 7
l、゙ ~ヽ
じしf_, )ノ
I Love Kitty's!
--
southern smoke
--
lindsey B.
/l、
゙(゚、 。 7
l、゙ ~ヽ
じしf_, )ノ
I Love Kitty's!
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