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Forgot About Me
written by SuperBob03:43 AM 7/15/04I'm here for you, and everyone alike, whenever I am needed.
Who is there for me when I am stranded and struggling?
Who do I get to turn to, to hold me tight and say everything is going to be alright?
I've wondered for so long, about why I even bother with all of you; this only made me learn, I have strength with my emotions.
I know that you wouldn't intentionally hurt me, yet somehow none of that matters when I am all by my lonesome.
There have been times before when I shouldn't have been left alone, so many times that have left scars; all those times each one of chose your problems over mine.
Have I ever done that to you?
Have I ever put myself before any one of you?
Are you sure you want to know the answer?
Are you sure you can handle it with your fucked life?
Too bad you get no choice...The answer is NO!
I would put my problems to the back of my mind, and feel guilty for not wanting to help you out when you needed me, but I would still do my best to help!
I would always put my friends before myself, and suffer so much more pain and damage.
I have just as fucked of a life as eah one of you...yet I try to hide it so as to not make thigns harder on you.
Your well-being was my priority; I was never a priority to you.
I wanted and needed to be helped out, and just where did I turn?
To a blade damnit...to a counsellor and anti-depressants...Why you wonder?
Because I couldn't rely on any of you to be there.
You judge and talk behind each others' backs; not harshly of course, but still you all share what each other says and does.
I wanted no part of that.
All that you told me stayed with me, never once did I share your pain.
I took it all to heart, and dealt with it again, just for you.
Now, however, I deal with why I am not getting better.
Now, I sit here and think that maybe I never will.
Because while you all bitch to me about how screwed over you are...I keep my bitching to myself.
Dealing with it?
Nope...never...
Now that you all forgot about me. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
just sometimes i feel like shit and wanna talk to someone who will understand...but there is no one like that...sure everyone will understand, but they wont help me...i cant trust them to keep it to themselves...and whenever i need to vent and talk...they all have thier own problems and come to me and then where the hell can i go?
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