David Adams


My Secret Life - Poem by David Adams

My head is in a mist
I have tried to slit my wrist
I punch brick walls with my fist
I am often feeling down
I normally wear a frown

But this I rarely show
Very few will ever know
I just go along with the flow
I always feel alone
I hate being in the friend zone

I sit and wonder why
What is left but to die
Or sit up all night and cry
I have tried to be tough
But this is not enough

I contemplate my life
I goto grab a knife
I think I am better of dead
This is all in head
So I persevere instead.

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  • Rookie - 31 Points Jinal Oswal (12/9/2011 3:05:00 AM)

    Everyone in this world is special, God created you.. He has somethings for you... May be this will take time.. but after all these hurdles.. there will be a clear. beautiful road for you... Enjoy life.. No one in this world is happy, till he/she finds something that makes them happy... Even you need to find it.. Take care :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 9, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, December 9, 2011


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