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[aid] => mick
[title] => Why This
[time] => 2003-11-25 00:25:17
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[bodytext] => Pushing needles through my veins. Hoping for a second, That this wouldn’t change. I have no tears. I see no more visions. All I have is this blank expression, upon my face. As I rub my finger on my wrist, as I push this needle through, My vein, I hear a sudden screech in my ear, and yet, feel no pain. As I turn to see what it’s coming from, I see my mother wearing low. I see her face, with so much shame, now only wishing; it was only I to blame. I see my mother with such disgrace, Why was I the only child with so much pain? As I shut my eyes, I turn away. I turn away from everything only wishing I never have had done this. Why again did I do this? *Why did I turn my back from the world, why did I turn my back to everything I care for? Why did I turn my back on god? Why god? The only person who could have helped me through this tragedy.* Running down a blanket hallway, Pictures falling from the walls, Only hoping to find, The one person who could fix it all. Screaming as loud as I can, Hoping to find a friend, To take it all away, Take this pain away, to take me to the following day *Why did I turn my back from the world, why did I turn my back to everything I care for? Why did I turn my back on god? Why god? The only person who could have helped me through this tragedy. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 57 [informant] => downr [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
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