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You sit there, staring at a blank screen
Alone in a dark and quiet house.
The darkness grips you and pulls you closer to the edge.
Hoping that with one more inch and you will finally break.
As the hours pass by, 10pm, 11pm, midnight, 1am, 2am
As you sit idly, and your mind races.
And you begin to ask questions.
Why didn’t I die that day?
How can you just walk away from a horrific crash like that?
Just like watching it on screen you see the car flip end over end over end.
75ft down a hill, hitting trees, before finally coming to rest on its roof.
How do you walk away from that without a scratch?
As you look up to the sky and wonder why?
What purpose do I have on this earth?
Why did you keep me alive? Because I should be dead.
As questions go unanswered, it only adds to the hurt
Hurt that continues to pile up and compound every emotion I feel.
Hurt that deepens the need for acceptance in a heartless world.
Acceptance from anyone, for anything.
To hear the words that have never been spoken
“Son, I’m proud of you, and I love you”
Words that will never be spoken from a father that has no emotion.
Dad, take a close look at what your son has accomplished
What more do I have to do before you are proud to call me your son
Those words I could scream into the silence all night.
But could never be spoken to him.
What would be the use?
So I sit and force the urge to scream down into the deepest part of me,
I have no friends to turn to, no shoulder to cry on.
No one to care for me, or ask me how I feel.
No one that wanted me or needed me.
I’m am just here, I am numb.
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My Demons

Contributed by Froggy on Friday, 2nd January 2015 @ 01:30:22 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

You sit there, staring at a blank screen
Alone in a dark and quiet house.
The darkness grips you and pulls you closer to the edge.
Hoping that with one more inch and you will finally break.
As the hours pass by, 10pm, 11pm, midnight, 1am, 2am
As you sit idly, and your mind races.
And you begin to ask questions.
Why didn’t I die that day?
How can you just walk away from a horrific crash like that?
Just like watching it on screen you see the car flip end over end over end.
75ft down a hill, hitting trees, before finally coming to rest on its roof.
How do you walk away from that without a scratch?
As you look up to the sky and wonder why?
What purpose do I have on this earth?
Why did you keep me alive? Because I should be dead.
As questions go unanswered, it only adds to the hurt
Hurt that continues to pile up and compound every emotion I feel.
Hurt that deepens the need for acceptance in a heartless world.
Acceptance from anyone, for anything.
To hear the words that have never been spoken
“Son, I’m proud of you, and I love you”
Words that will never be spoken from a father that has no emotion.
Dad, take a close look at what your son has accomplished
What more do I have to do before you are proud to call me your son
Those words I could scream into the silence all night.
But could never be spoken to him.
What would be the use?
So I sit and force the urge to scream down into the deepest part of me,
I have no friends to turn to, no shoulder to cry on.
No one to care for me, or ask me how I feel.
No one that wanted me or needed me.
I’m am just here, I am numb.

Copyright Â© Froggy ... [ 2015-01-02 01:30:22]
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Re: My Demons (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 3rd January 2015 @ 11:10:36 PM AEST
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First, the name Froggy I like
I was in a car all by myself that got hit
by a gray hound bus, my little car spun around
so many times I couldn't keep track
I was dead I thought, but I walked away from the crash
My car was
Later I was called before the court, seemed the bus driver
needed to answer to what they did, but not by me.
The judge looked down upon me as t though I was at fault,
I didn't know what to say accept the light was red, and there were people who showed up to court who backed my story, well it weren't a story, and I wondered why was the judge being so mean to me.

I mean I was an innocent kid who just almost got killed and walked away just dusting myself off.
But the bus company wanted to make sure they didn't get sued I guess.
I didn't even think twice I was just happy to be alive.

My friend where I worked later told me I should have sued them. But I am not that way.

People F up all the time, even though it isn't your fault.
You get caught up in the melee
But don't be turned by their crap

It's not worth it
Froggy

It never is

Peace!

Re: My Demons (User Rating: 1 )
by kmec1990 on Sunday, 11th January 2015 @ 10:17:12 AM AEST
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This breaks my heart to read, I know many others like you who feel alone and unaccepted because of selfish caregivers who can't see beyond their own needs. Or pain. I understand how difficult it is to believe that there are people out there for you, but there are. Don't give up.
Heartfelt write
K

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