Don’t Want To Be Alive
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
Sometimes, I don’t want to be alive,
don’t want a mind, don’t want a sound
to penetrate my shell.
Sometimes, I want to blur myself,
want to smudge me out, want to quit
trying to be.
Sometimes, I don’t want to be around,
don’t want dreams that fail, don’t want me
to feed my need.
Sometimes, I want to blind myself,
want to spit me out, want to die,
ceasing to be.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 6/29/04
I've been there.
I can only promise...you don't know what is around the corner.
It really can be a dream come true...you just had to hang on one more day.
You are so worth it.
Feel the love pile on you.
Start with mine.
:)
John
(((((HUGS))))) but i'd like you to be around, if that's any help
heartsearing, painful write of abject hopelessness--hope you're okay
i know these feelings well
((((((HUGS)))))) and love, karla. *tears tears tears*
Reindeer
Or You Can Put Gun In Your Face Blow Your Brains Out_Like Who Cares?
There's Always Other's Worst Off Than You Are_ As For Those Who Are Doing Great $ Greed Mongering$ Bastards There Number Just Has Not Come Up_ Guaranteed It (Does) Will_
Mornings I Look At Next Day (No Thing To Look Foward To)Whence You Accept It__LIFE SUCKS_
Better You Write It All Hang Out It Is Easier To Look Yourself In Your Own Face,i.e. KEEP WRITING IT!!
Peace Of Mind Only You Can Make It What It Is!
TRASK