Erica Smith Poems

I used to know a girl named Samantha
She was a good friend of mine
She made it seem as if I wasn't alone
She gave my thoughts reason and rhyme
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I want to be loved
Caressed, kissed and hugged

I want to feel safe and secure
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My mind contemplates suicide
Ignoring the urge to die
I continue to live my lonely life
Everyone seeing my face
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Torrents of sleeplessness rip through my veins
Quests of purpose across grey matter
Why? When? Who? infect my brain
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Well ****; chalk it up to a case of star struck
Not seeing with sight, not quite enough fight to make eyes right.
What was hoped for hopefully abandoned by the savage that is ME...
Apparently.
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Writing is and isn't my peace
Because I can't write fast enough
Desire to pour it out on paper
Look at it
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Do you know I think about you every day?
When I look down at my wrists I feel again
All the sadness I tried to cut away.
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(I wrote this poem in 2002 about my best friend who committed suicide in Dec 2005)


I miss my soul mate
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Sometimes its like I slip away
Into this place where everything is dark and cold
Its only here where I can be alone with my thoughts
All alone with what seems to be reality
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