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Broken and Alone
June 15, 2011
One step to the left,
A sudden rush of wind forces my hair out of style.
Two steps to the right,
A scream towards my ear made me deaf for a while.
One step forward,
The whole earth shakes.
Two steps back,
Another cruel one takes,
One more part of me.
© Lindsay S., Billings, MT
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Finding-me PLATINUM said...
on Jul. 4 2011 at 7:15 pm
we smile because we cant cry all the time. even if we cry for a year, we can smile next year.
They always take chunks and pieces of the living world.
It tears them apart until they refuse to continue living.
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I was inspired to write this, because just recently, I had a strong sense to kill myself. The feeling was so strong that I had locked myself up in my room for 2 days, without coming out no matter how much my parents pleaded.
I was just so confused, and everything around me seemed to just fly by, blowing me into a different direction.
I felt as if I didn`t control my life, and in stead, everyone else around me did.
The next few days, I was in a deep depression state, not speaking, not looking up, and skipping classes.
Every day, I would come home to fighting and abuse.
Why do I even smile anymore?