Your Poetry Dot Com

Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!

Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+

Custom Search


Welcome !	Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link	29-May 20:34:59 AEST

Menu

· Our eBay Store

· Error Submit

Poetry

· Submit Poetry

· Least Read Poems

· Members Listing

· Old Site Post 2001

· Old Site Pre 2001

· Poetry Archive

· Public Domain Poetry

Stories

· Stories (NEW ! )

· Submit Story

· Story Topics

· Stories Archive

· Story Search

Community

· Our Poetry Forums

· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

Site Help

· FAQ

· Feedback

Members Areas

· Your Account

· Members Journals

· Premium Sign-Up

Premium Section

· Special Section

· Premium Poems

· Premium Submit

· Premium Search

· Premium Archive

· Premium Topics

Fun & Games

· Jokes

· Bubble Puzzle

· Cross Word Easy

· Word Hunt

Reference

· Dictionary (Rhyming)

· Site Updates

· Special Content

Search

Top

Help This Site

· Donations

Others

· Moderators

Our Other Sites

· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

Social

Array ( [sid] => 45701 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Untitled misery [time] => 2004-05-01 07:44:19 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I don't know what to do,
I think I'm falling apart.
Inside and out.
I've got all these emotions,
they really bother me.
I've got all these thoughts,
of dying,
of killing myself.
I can't let anybody else know,
they'll just send me away.
They can't see,
can't see what I'm going through,
they're blind to everything,
except they're own insecurities.
I could get professional help,
but I don't have that kind of money.
And I don't want to talk to someone,
that I don't know.
I could ask my mom,
what to do.
But she's lost in her own grief.
My brother would call me stupid,
and tell me to get over it.
I think I would like his response best.
Maybe I should do what I want,
and end my life.
What would they all think then? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Alessa [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )

Untitled misery

Contributed by Alessa on Saturday, 1st May 2004 @ 07:44:19 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

I don't know what to do,
I think I'm falling apart.
Inside and out.
I've got all these emotions,
they really bother me.
I've got all these thoughts,
of dying,
of killing myself.
I can't let anybody else know,
they'll just send me away.
They can't see,
can't see what I'm going through,
they're blind to everything,
except they're own insecurities.
I could get professional help,
but I don't have that kind of money.
And I don't want to talk to someone,
that I don't know.
I could ask my mom,
what to do.
But she's lost in her own grief.
My brother would call me stupid,
and tell me to get over it.
I think I would like his response best.
Maybe I should do what I want,
and end my life.
What would they all think then?

Copyright © Alessa ... [ 2004-05-01 07:44:19]
(Date/Time posted on site)

Advertisments:

Previous Posted Poem | | Next Posted Poem

Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more

All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.

Re: Untitled misery (User Rating: 1 )
by 2ndChance on Saturday, 1st May 2004 @ 08:41:26 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

I've thought about the same...many a time...(my poem: Cuicidal) and I relate on many strings that are attached between us...you know...you can talk to me...and I'll listen...or, you can jsut say hi and the silence will talk to both of us...

Re: Untitled misery (User Rating: 1 )
by Jackee_line on Saturday, 1st May 2004 @ 09:37:30 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

I feel the turmoil in your poem, If you have someone that you could trust, share your feeling with that person. maybe try a hotline they would keep that confidential.

While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com