Every night I sit up thinking
Of all the sadness I my life
The reasons that push me towards
Releasing with a knife
It’s often that I wonder
Why I put myself through such pain
Remembering such experiences
And feeling them again
Maybe there is something
That I am trying to find
Something to get me past this
Leave this emptiness behind
So I make the sacrifice
Once again tonight
In search of something
To help me win this fight
Very sad and depressing...I like it. Pain is the only friend I left...so it seems. Later...Amelie Anonymous.
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Christ! Your poems are so worth reading. BUT as it turns out, it's so DEEP. FEELING EMPTY is a phase of life I recognize, and to write through it is such a bold thing. There's no doubt you will find reasons that push you towards getting out of it.