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With no-one who loves and for no-one to care,
I have, a thousand times before,
When misery and anguish have beaten down my door.

I have hidden and I have ran scared,
Hoping and praying all my wounds can be repaired,
I have been so low and felt so weak,
Sometimes been too emotionally drained to even speak.

Have almost given myself over to death,
When I have felt there was nothing else left,
I would have gladly handed myself over on a plate,
Let the after life continue to write my fate.

I have been to my own living hell,
Stuck right at the bottom of a dark and eerie well,
I clawed and clawed to pull myself to the light,
I struggled and fought it with all my might.

The amount of times I have fallen back down,
Taken another beating and never made a sound,
Just dusted myself down and gotten up again,
Never let myself buckle under all the strain.

Down here is where I have spent a lot of time,
And from down here I will always climb,
I’m not prepared to live down here anymore,
I can see the light and walk through the door.



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Down There
Date: Tuesday, 1st June 2004 @ 08:01:06 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: pixie
Have you ever been trapped down there?
With no-one who loves and for no-one to care,
I have, a thousand times before,
When misery and anguish have beaten down my door.

I have hidden and I have ran scared,
Hoping and praying all my wounds can be repaired,
I have been so low and felt so weak,
Sometimes been too emotionally drained to even speak.

Have almost given myself over to death,
When I have felt there was nothing else left,
I would have gladly handed myself over on a plate,
Let the after life continue to write my fate.

I have been to my own living hell,
Stuck right at the bottom of a dark and eerie well,
I clawed and clawed to pull myself to the light,
I struggled and fought it with all my might.

The amount of times I have fallen back down,
Taken another beating and never made a sound,
Just dusted myself down and gotten up again,
Never let myself buckle under all the strain.

Down here is where I have spent a lot of time,
And from down here I will always climb,
I’m not prepared to live down here anymore,
I can see the light and walk through the door.





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