kitty
08-02-06, 22:00
Hi people if you speak to me alot you will know that i like doing poems as they seem to help me alittle to cope with all the things that are going off in my head. So i thought i'd share a couple of them here for you, hopefuly someone will beable to relate to them a bit so i dont feel so aone with these feelings that im having all the time.
Am I…
Am I so weak?
Am I so strong?
Am I really nothing?
Must I lie?
There is so much weakness in me.
So much hate and anger.
So much pain,
yet so little.
Where does it end?
Where do I end?
Am I here?
Right here, right now?
Or am I gone?
Someone save my soul.
But has it already left me?
Did it leave so long ago?
Did it leave just yesterday?
My hearts in two,
it no longer beats.
But it is whole.
Do you understand?
Do I?
The blood trickles down.
WHAT DO I FEEL?
Is this real?
Or just a dream?
Make it real.
Must I live in dreams?
Can self-denial go so far?
Could I feel this way?
Have I lost my mind?
I'm not, I'm not.
I don't feel that way.
Not about that.
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
Do you know?
Of course not.
Does she?
Who's she?
Can I tell them?
Mummy, I'm sick.
How can you not see?
Mummy, I'm so sick.
Mummy, I have bad thoughts.
Make them go away.
Make them go away!
Someone save me.
Is it too late?
Can I not seek redemption?
Can I get better?
What's wrong?
Everything.
Nothing.
It's all so simple,
But too complex.
Can I survive here?
Can I survive now?
Survive what?
I'm so normal,
But such a freak.
My soul is bleeding.
But do I have a soul?
Do I have a conscience?
Am I where you are?
Am I already gone?
I feel I'm dead.
But is it true?
Can you bring me back?
Can anyone?
Is it too late?
Someone tell me...
Is it too late??
You Saved Me
Rain trickles down my face
my make up is running
I'm shivering and I'm cold
a knife to my wrist
applying pressure
pulling it across
the pain excites me
the rain washes away the blood
but i still bleed
the knife to my other wrist
but there you are
you pulled the knife away
"don’t do it"
you whisper
"I love you too much"
I sit by the fire
watching it burn
wrapped in a blanket
the bleeding stopped
I'm in the shelter of your arms
I know where I belong
The Very Best Of Me
When i give love
it is unconditionaly
and you take my love
but return so little to me
You say
You will always be there
but when times are hard
My tears fall
and fear overwhelms my soul
You turn away
so that you can say
You did not see
or hear my pain
Yet
i still love you
And when you stumble
when you fall
I shall raise you
above it all
I will not
cannot turn away
I shall always see
and hear your pain
For in this life
i can only be
That which is
the very best of me
Well ther are a few of what i have in my note books, just thought i'd share them with you all
Love ya all
Kym
xux
Am I…
Am I so weak?
Am I so strong?
Am I really nothing?
Must I lie?
There is so much weakness in me.
So much hate and anger.
So much pain,
yet so little.
Where does it end?
Where do I end?
Am I here?
Right here, right now?
Or am I gone?
Someone save my soul.
But has it already left me?
Did it leave so long ago?
Did it leave just yesterday?
My hearts in two,
it no longer beats.
But it is whole.
Do you understand?
Do I?
The blood trickles down.
WHAT DO I FEEL?
Is this real?
Or just a dream?
Make it real.
Must I live in dreams?
Can self-denial go so far?
Could I feel this way?
Have I lost my mind?
I'm not, I'm not.
I don't feel that way.
Not about that.
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
Do you know?
Of course not.
Does she?
Who's she?
Can I tell them?
Mummy, I'm sick.
How can you not see?
Mummy, I'm so sick.
Mummy, I have bad thoughts.
Make them go away.
Make them go away!
Someone save me.
Is it too late?
Can I not seek redemption?
Can I get better?
What's wrong?
Everything.
Nothing.
It's all so simple,
But too complex.
Can I survive here?
Can I survive now?
Survive what?
I'm so normal,
But such a freak.
My soul is bleeding.
But do I have a soul?
Do I have a conscience?
Am I where you are?
Am I already gone?
I feel I'm dead.
But is it true?
Can you bring me back?
Can anyone?
Is it too late?
Someone tell me...
Is it too late??
You Saved Me
Rain trickles down my face
my make up is running
I'm shivering and I'm cold
a knife to my wrist
applying pressure
pulling it across
the pain excites me
the rain washes away the blood
but i still bleed
the knife to my other wrist
but there you are
you pulled the knife away
"don’t do it"
you whisper
"I love you too much"
I sit by the fire
watching it burn
wrapped in a blanket
the bleeding stopped
I'm in the shelter of your arms
I know where I belong
The Very Best Of Me
When i give love
it is unconditionaly
and you take my love
but return so little to me
You say
You will always be there
but when times are hard
My tears fall
and fear overwhelms my soul
You turn away
so that you can say
You did not see
or hear my pain
Yet
i still love you
And when you stumble
when you fall
I shall raise you
above it all
I will not
cannot turn away
I shall always see
and hear your pain
For in this life
i can only be
That which is
the very best of me
Well ther are a few of what i have in my note books, just thought i'd share them with you all
Love ya all
Kym
xux