Why?
by Shannon D Smith
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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These things you say
these things you do
are they as true as you?
My soul is screaming for something
but what?
Why is my world crumbling?
You have hurt me too
much.
Now it is my turn..
My soul is screaming
but no-one hears me..
The walls are thick
I scrape...
No exit..
Things flash in my head
spinning fast..
I can't catch onto a
thought..
My thoughts of you are
tearing me apart..
The lies..
The hatred..
No!
These things can't happen to
me..
My insides are burning because
of you..
My world is falling apart..
all because of
you..
I'm so alone..
I'm trying to find life again
but it is hard to bear it..
You have screwed me over
way too much..
before my heart was good..
Now it is black..
all this because of
you?
How could you do this too
me?
How?
What have you taken?
All I can ask you
is why?
Why was I forsaking?
As I sit here in front of
you..
I can't say or ask you nothing..
All I ask myself is
why?
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| Reviewed by S Phillips |
9/3/2008 |
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| Yes, it is only ourselves we can ask the questions to, revealing our own answers, and moving forward in life toward a new and healthy reality. Sure does lighten the soul that way. May you find peace looking within. |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
9/3/2008 |
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Deep moments of contemplaton, sorting out myth from reality, then grabbing hold and forging forward to begin anew, leaving the baggage behind, very moving...
Be always safe,
Karen |
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