i sit in my room
where i sit and dwell
i sit there all so quiet
when i just want to yell
i sit there with my thoughts,
going around in my head,
why has she gone lord?
why is she dead?
i sit there on my own
threw the dark black night
and i try so hard
to put up a fight
it usually works to hold back my tears
but i still cant face it, even after so many years.
this time it hasnt worked, to hold them back.
i know i should forget and get myself on track
but ive tryed and i cant.
theese feelings need to stop,
but oh look there falls another teardrop
now im sitting here with pills in one hand, and your photo in the other
this is it now, im following your footsteps mother...
Wrote this poem 6 years ago at age of 14. Just wanna say how weird it was looking back now and realising the pain I actually felt. Just wanted to share that to anyone else who may be going through a similar situation, it does get easier. Also wanna thank the two comments, made me smile reading them.
This poem is just so sad, yet your ability to write such things show that you have the strength to continue to share with others who endure this experience, as every one of us has to at more than one point in our lives. Take great comfort from your writing and know that your thoughts and words are testimony enough of your very obvious devotion, she will be very, very proud of you wherever she may be. Take care! Neil.
hey......beautifly xpressed feelings....dont kill d beauty of ur inner slf!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's so weird looking back and thinking 6 years ago I wrote this. I'm now 20 years old and just wanna share to anyone of any age who may be experiencing the same pain as I did, that it does get easier, but don't expect it to actually go away. Just be strong and learn how to cope. Also thanks to the two comments, really appreciate your kind words.