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A dedication
written by Trapezium06:14 PM 12/1/04Tears fall from the broken hearts,
And shattered souls live in dissarray,
They all live their downtrodden lives,
With a depression that wont go away.
Crimson gashes litter the bodies,
Of numb-ones that don't know how to cope,
Many of these people live in a deep dark pit,
And all of those live with no hope.
Problems spiral on and just get bigger,
The steps to love are too large, could fall,
The stairs seem so impossible to climb,
Especially when you feel so small.
An aliennated nation cry themselves to sleep,
And none of these know the path to take,
It might seem right but it soon goes wrong,
Eternal sleep of millions who want to die before they wake.
This poem has no flow but neither do our hearts,
A million masks put on each morning,
Broken hearts try hard once more,
Until the realisation that love may not exist is dawning.
When an hour seems like a day to most,
Still no one realises the pain that we're going through,
No one really cares that we live live's on false trust,
No one knows quite what to do.
Walls are closing in on a claustrophobic race,
Dwelling on things we'd rather forget,
Depending on those whom are dependant on others,
We're all going to die but please don't go yet. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Dedicated to everyone that suffers/has suffered depression and has had their heart broken in the past. You are not alone.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by melons (12-1-2004 - 06:19 PM)
| gr8 poem i h8 small spaces *shudders* |
by Psycho_Penguin (12-1-2004 - 08:32 PM)
| Yeah, life is like that isn't it... Someday we'll all finish the race though |
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