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Sorrows Underneath

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I think of all my problems,


I think of all my pain,



I think of all my sorrows until I go insane.





I think of all the smiles I’ve worn,







Which hide sorrows underneath,
No one seems to notice that I go through so much grief.


My tears seem to keep flowing over my tired eyes,







Each time I try to tell you,





My words come out as lies.


These days I’m feeling distant, far away and weak,

My sadness pulls me further from the happiness I seek.
I’ve began to realize,

That my hopes and dreams are gone,



I’m walking through a dead end road humming a tuneless song.
I’m standing on a rooftop,

Although I’m afraid of heights,


I’m watching the cars beneath me move and some how this doesn’t seem right.







Now I think of what I’m doing,



Know I should find a way to beat through my depression.

Will I be able to someday?




Someone might be there to help me make it through,






Maybe they will listen and tell me what to do.
I’m seeing through the darkness and starting to trust a few,



I think I’ll try to make it so I can be there for them, too.





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science79 said...
Sept. 14, 2010 at 2:20 pm
Keep up the good work. THis is a great beginning.
 
rubicon said...
Sept. 10, 2010 at 3:12 pm
How often do we have the opportunity to feel the magnitude of someone's deep sarrow.  This is a beautifuy poem of sharing, with the offer of helping someone else.
 
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