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26-11-2019 07:56 PM
26-11-2019 07:56 PM
Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy
@Maggie thanks, Maggie. I am having better day than yesterday. Hope you enjoy the evening. Take care.
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27-11-2019 01:18 PM
27-11-2019 01:18 PM
Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy
it is nearly a year
i tried to take my life
i always live in fear
and feel I'm not alive
i wonder how it'd be
if I wasn't here no more
i think I would be free
and no pain to the core
i wonder how it'd be
for the ones I left behind
I think they would believe
I'd been out of my mind
some would've moved on
some would still be in pain
some would take so long
and cry forever in the rain
i don't know how I feel
'bout living another year
i think I must believe
one day there'll be no fear
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27-11-2019 06:30 PM
27-11-2019 06:30 PM
Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy
@Former-Member @Maggie hey friends, this afternoon,
I read your poem
Knowing myself
Feel this way daily
Then always
Reasons to stay here
Yet I kind of know
The pain will always be here
Because blood and flesh
We are weak inside
There was one love
In my young life
My grandfather
Held me so tight
My parents give me so much grief
My brother gives me more pains
Then there was one cousin
I lost him at thirty seven
To a head trauma that took his life
I hope I get by
Day after day here
Until that moment
I close my eyes in bed
Oh Lord, I finish my duties here
So friends
Hope we make it through together
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28-11-2019 05:50 AM
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28-11-2019 09:03 PM
28-11-2019 09:03 PM
Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy
it's peaceful here
at the bottom of the ocean
i hear the air bubbling
i see the sun shimmering
i feel the sand under my feet
i taste the vomit in my mouth
i smell
nothing
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28-11-2019 11:28 PM
28-11-2019 11:28 PM
Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy
People see me, yet I remain invisible. Because they never really see me. The real me. The sad, the lonely, the scared, the angry me. I hold it all inside even when I don't want to anymore. Even when I'm desperate to tell you how sad or mad I am. Even when I can't be safe anymore. I say nothing. Because they never ask. Not once, and definitely not twice. Their own feelings are more important than mine. Their voice is more important than mine. Their pain is more important than mine.
They never ask because I smile, I laugh, I get up & show up each day. And they never ask. They don't ask because they don't see. They don't see because I am invisible.
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29-11-2019 02:09 AM
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29-11-2019 08:52 AM - edited 29-11-2019 07:22 PM
29-11-2019 08:52 AM - edited 29-11-2019 07:22 PM
Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy
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30-11-2019 09:45 PM
30-11-2019 09:45 PM
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I have so much pain
Inside that I can't settle
Then my loved one looking from above
I don't know if I can bear tonight
The heavy screaming ugliness
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03-12-2019 03:57 PM
03-12-2019 03:57 PM
Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy
You have no idea what it's been like the past two weeks
my emotions have been everywhere
but you haven't even cared enough to call or visit
you've never cared about me or your grandchildren
Msybe when I was born 10 weeks prem I shouldn't have lived
is that what you wanted
never taken an interest
it makes me angry
it hurts
I never forget our hot water unit broke
with three children under three and no money to buy I asked you to help
your answer was no
how could you
I'll never forget the stupid childish things you did to me
like leaving your grandsons present at the gate
couldn't even give it to him in person
I just don't understand
I don't get it
I don't think I can ever forgive you
today I'm angry
if it wasn't for dad I wouldn't be talking to you