Nicholas James Warburton Poems

From the green grass spread among the hills,
To the fields of yellow dandelions,
The worlds such a beautiful place,
For such cruel intent.
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I'm feeling weak, I'm feeling powerless, I'm suffering and everyone is blind to it.
I tell someone my problems, they say to me it's going to be okay, it's going to help to be around people that care for you.
The next morning or even ten minutes later nothing.
I'm trying I really am but I don't know what I'm supposed to do, I'm weak, I'm vulnerable, I'm everything I shouldn't be.
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I'm sat here,
As I watch people I care about drop like flies,
I'm sat here,
As wait for you to talk to me,
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Her hair was auburn like the tree's in autumn,
She smile as bright as the stars at night,
She asked 'Why are you looking at me? '
Her hazel eyes were deep and expressive,
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I wish I could die right now,
Couldn't even tell all times I've thought of how,
My head is a mess,
With more suicidal thoughts than links in a wire mesh,
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Nothing could prepare me for this day of disrepair,
Just know you'll be reborn once again my Phoenix,
In the light of your memory and soul,
You've changed my life with such conviction,
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