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Cry Myself to Sleep
Contributed by
sylviawalters
on
Friday, 28th April 2006 @ 06:54:09 AM in AEST
Topic:
self-harmpoetry
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I never tell anyone
That I cry myself to sleep
Every night I do it
It makes me feel so weak.
I cry for no reason
As I lay here in my bed
I cant stand the pain
Thoughts of suicide invade my head.
They make me feel selfish
They make me feel bad,
They make me feel depressed
They make me feel sad.
I cant get to sleep
I just like awake
Staring at the ceiling,
Wondering how much more I can take
All I want is understanding,
Someone to realize,
How much pain is really
Behind those emotionless eyes
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2006-04-28 06:54:09]
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Re: Cry Myself to Sleep
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by jess_mac on
Friday, 28th April 2006 @ 09:06:32 AM AEST
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| You went really deep on this one. Very good write, I love the line, "Every night I do it/It makes me feel so weak." Keep up the good work! |
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Re: Cry Myself to Sleep
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by no_1nos_me on
Saturday, 29th April 2006 @ 03:47:05 AM AEST
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nice write i liked it, keep the work
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Re: Cry Myself to Sleep
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by Drapes on
Saturday, 29th April 2006 @ 08:15:07 PM AEST
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Good write. And I'm sorry you feel this way. I can relate sometimes. I do know where you're coming from. Best wishes for you and I'm here if you need someone to talk to.
-Drapes |
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Re: Cry Myself to Sleep
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by JGB on
Sunday, 30th April 2006 @ 01:58:02 AM AEST
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I have been here!
I worked the midnight shift in Miami, FL. Every morning it was the same routine. I would go for a drive on my way home and think about just driving off the bridge as I rounded the curve. I never told anyone. Well, I told my husband and my daughter.
I can relate. Good write....... |
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