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[aid] => mick
[title] => Falling
[time] => 2004-05-19 20:19:12
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[bodytext] => Sometimes I feel like I'm falling. I keep falling and falling and falling. I can't stop. Everything whirls around me- School, friends, family, extra-curriculars. It never stops, just like my falling. Falling, whirling, falling, whirling. Sometimes it makes me dizzy. But then I go back to falling. No one understands. No one understands me. No one understands my falling. It frustrates me. It makes me angry. It makes me fall more. So I resort to other things. Things that might stop my falling. Things that might stop my whirling. I can't sleep. I don't eat. I cut. Sometimes it makes my falling stop. Sometimes I fall more. I guess it just depends. If it doesn't stop my falling, I try it again. It might stop my falling this time. I don't eat anything, and when I do, I throw it up. I can't sleep, sleep just won't come. I cut- my arms, my ankles, my legs. Sometimes I cut deep. Sometimes it's just a scrape. And sometimes it stops my falling. People say that they're getting worried. But I tell them I'll be okay. And I will. I will be okay. Maybe not to them, but to me. I'll be okay when I can stop falling. MW 2001 [comments] => 2 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 65 [informant] => tinkkerbelle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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