I have so many plans
I have so many plans
I have so many plans
I need to get there
I'm in so much pain
I stood up and started walking a few years ago,
I just noticed I left myself too far behind
I'm crying because to me you seem so arrestingly alive
I'm crying listening to your voice because I can't write down what your saying fast enough
What have I done
What did I do
Where do I go
Where the hell did I come from
I started carving your name on the blocking wall in my mind where I'm stuck
It hurts more than anything taking the sharp blade to the side of my skull to spell you out
What have you done
What did you do
Where did you go
Where the hell did you come from
Why can't I feel close to you
How I love someone turns out as a resemblance of how I force myself to throw up everyday
I take it in
I feel it in me
But it doesn't stay, it all comes out and then I turn away like it never happened
Are you going to let me walk away?
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Author:
Rayne (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Desperate huh?
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Comments4
Naomi, what a gritty, stark and visceral portrayal of the depths of pain our soul can reach. Pure dark beauty! Feel like I have been in that place-Thank you for sharing-Greg (Mellowman)
Thanks for those words, I wasn't sure about putting this one out there, so thank you so much.
Well written and expressed
Thank you
Welcome
uncertainty, impatience, doubt constitute mental agony. it is a nice portrayal of the agony. hopefully the pain will go away.
Thanks, I think I found away to figure it out, I hope too haha
Spewing it out always helps this is a dark but lovely piece
Thanks so much
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