Tuesday, May 18, 2004
poems

the last 4 were not my poems but now these are

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FuCk Up!

why do i mess everything up?
i cant do anything right.
i think i suceed and you yell at me
as if i did weed
i am a good girl inside
something has taken me over
i cant be my self anymore
what has happened?
i use to be so great
straight A's
with a smile whos rays touch everyone
i am sick of pleasing
i am sick of crying
i am sick of my self
i am so disgusted of my self
i try to go back to who i use to be
but everything just falls apart
as if God wants me to suffer.
he doesnt hear my prayers
i doesnt see my tears.
or recognize my fears
whos there for me?
who do i need?
i need to go away
escape from it all
but where?
i have no where to go
no where to run to
i need someone whos there for me
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its not that people arent here for me
i just dont want them
i want someone who doesnt knowme
i dont know them
who wont judge me
but after listening
they will be there
they will be my friend no one knows
we will help eachother
LISTEN to oen another
where are you?
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Lost..
where do i want to go?
where will i end up?
who will be there?
who wont?
who am i?
who will i be?
what will happen?
what will bring my happiness?
where is yoru presence?
when will it end?
when will the rain turn to sun?
when will the smile coem from my tears?
why do i cry?
why do they not stop?
even when they are not visible i feel that hole inside
why cant i let it go?
is it something?
or just "hormones"?
when will i let it all out?
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she yells over the simplest things
its hurts and stings
i miss the old her
now everythings a blurr
she hasnt aged a bit
but she needs to commit,
commit to her feelings,
why does she change her mind?
she says she doesnt want to be my friend
but i want her to be mine
when will i draw the line?
when will she?
we need a breath from one another
take care of my brothers
they miss you more now than i will
ill never tell you to chill
or that you are flipping out
i am sorry for all the smack
i promise i will be back
only if you let me go
i will never out grow
the love a daughter needs from her mother
i want to succeed
i just need to re-preoratize
i love you
i jsut need it in return
let the little things burn





Posted at 07:45 pm by Whitney

 

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