~life Is A Lie~ Poem by Cara Green
~life Is A Lie~
I let myself live a lie,
I think as I let myself make me die,
I see the blade in my skin,
And I see the blood flow down agian,
It's hard to explain,
Why cutting helps take away the pain,
And it's weird,
How when i look at my wrist and see all the blood smeared,
It takes the pain away,
I know cutting isnt okay,
But i still do it, and I don't know why,
Why I wanna die,
I just do,
And God, I think it has something to do with you,
You took her away,
You took him away,
You took all of the people I loved away,
You ruined my life,
I sit at night,
Thinking that tomorrow will be the day,
The day that I will die,
I'll never have to listen to you lie,
You wont be able to make me cry,
No more tears will fall out of my eyes! ! ! !
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4/24/2024 5:37:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A wonderful poem indeed, the pain of the person portrayed in this poem is all over the page. The heartfelt feelings are strong and come across as extremely hurtful. All I can say is 'God loves you' and he would never give you more than you can handle, remember if God brings you to it, he will see you through it. When pain hits the first one we want to blame is God, sometimes we don't know his name until then. There is no simple solution to the pain felt here, but instead of this individual spending time blaming God, I know it would benefit them to spend time praising God and thanking God for what they have now, presently in their life to be grateful for. I'm not saying that they should forget the people of the past that they have lost, keep your loving feelings for these special people that once were in their lives remembering at the same time, life goes on and we who are left here are here to live. Take the wonderful memories of the past and turn them into positive energy of the present and future. Anyone can do this, we are all in charge of our own destiny, we make all the decisions and we must live by them. Be strong, pray for guidance, pray for strength. He'll walk with you, hold your hand and lift you when you fall, all we have to do is call his name, ask for his help. What more can we expect from our Heavenly Father. Open that door girl and let the light shine in, put the darkness aside and let life begin again for you, for your family, for your friends, but mainly for YOU! Great poem, loved it.--Melvina---