Life Game Poem by Kirstie Duekett

The emptiness is getting quite severe,
you become numb living in fear.

Finding it hard to hold on and cope,
almost lost my last bit of hope.

I wish to find these magic potions,
to cure these horrible emotions.

To hold onto the past they say is a crime,
that everything gets better in time.

Sick and tired of feeling this confusion,
hate these emotional scars and bruising.

Want to guive up hand in hand, give up the key to it all,
but theres the risk someone will catch you from your fall.

Tired of being the one everyone seems to blame,
I give up on this so called life game.

No one really understands me, my life or my name,
forget judging from the cover it's driving me in sane.