Ryan Collins


In My Hands - Poem by Ryan Collins

I don’t feel pain
I want to feel pain
But I feel the pain
Of the world
Each cry of help
I hear
Every hit
I feel
Every dream crushed
Crushes me
Every death
Takes away my soul
The world is on my shoulders
I have lost my feelings
Love
Laughter
Compassion
Car ing
Understanding
I have no hate
I feel
Sad for the sad
Depressed for the depressed
Bored of tired
When the worlds on your shoulders you feel nothing
You are a empty shell
Wanting
And not wanting
To be picked up
I am that shell
I care for others and not myself
I swore I’d die fighting for what I believe in
And that is
The happiness of others
And their safety
I want nothing more
And nothing less of that dream
Dream that most think crazy
But in the end I am a little crazy

Written: November 26,2005

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 14, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, February 15, 2010


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