Please Stop Me


"Why do we care?
They spend hours, days, their whole lives
Re-creating themselves for someone who will never love them.
They seek beauty in this fleeting existence.
But in the end, even gold and diamonds turn to dust.
In the arms and in the gaze of others,
I look for a home.
They say I am too young,
Too serious.
That I sink ships before they can leave the harbor.
But we are all too young,
We never get to grow old.
We are young even in our last moments.
My eyes are too deep,
And far too dark.
Threatening to grab ahold of anyone who looks in them too long.

I feel as though I can't live for myself."

  • Author: ForlornDreams (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 7th, 2016 18:06
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 44
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    HI FD WELCOME TO My Poetic Side - nice site - awesome poems - nice people. Liked your first poem. We all dream - we all reach out and face acceptance and rejection. Maybe we are too young but we all have to start somewhere ! Thanks for sharing - please check my poems - BRIAN

  • PerpetualFlowers

    I love this poem. Great job, I really relate to the angst that this poem portrays. I feel as if I'm living to make others happy, not myself.

    • ForlornDreams

      I know what you mean by feeling that way. I don't see much purpose in my life, but I do in others. So I feel like I'm just kinda here for them. But when they aren't around, I don't see a reason.

      • PerpetualFlowers

        I completely understand what you mean. It's hard when it seems lie you value relies on others. I feel that way all the time.

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