thoughts

just crazyness in my head!!!

Inside I feel so lonely,
My options have run dry.
I have given up on hoping,
all u did was see me cry.

I will shut my self away,
Hide behind my pride.
Never will I give in.
A part of me has died.

I wonder how I hate.
What i have inside me.
im filled with all this pain

why is it hard for you to see

I run from insecurity,
I cant stay and fight.
I hate where I'm going,
I'll burn out all my light.

why is it my heart you had to tear

when all you do is get into my head.

you act is if you dont care

i should be better off dead

At last I print my words to paper,
Vowing to not let it happen once again.
In the end I'll give up,
I'll reopen heart before it could mend.

 

Author's Note

ive been working on this for a while. i hope u like it. please give me suggestions if i made mistakes!

Reviews

[Michael V]

Im telling you Jaz, you got a way of closing out poems...Your conclusions are to die for!!!
I love them..Good Job!!

[Michael V]

Very nice, the work you put into it shows. It has a definate pace and the words have a bind. very minor issues sweetie in comparison to the effort you show in this..Well Done.

[LostCauze[:P]]

I really felt your emotions in this one and the rhythm was on point on most stanzas. Some of the lines felt like it was to short and your missing one word to fix the rhythm. Other than that this was well written, keep writing.

[PhoeniX]

i liked this piece. its seemed too soft though. i see the pain your portraying. it seemed like a wonderment of thought. good job

[Morgan A Lynch]

NO Reservations... i told you..


this was awsome also very sad that it came from you. i know that you have been going thought some stressful times. but hun i am here if you ever need me. even if i dont show you i care i do. this accualy made my chest hurt when i read it..

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Woh, Jazmyne, this was really well said, hun. Yea, the hurting inside the soul, and the knots felt within the stomach, really IS painful. And i believe the hard part of it all, is trying to find a person, a good soul, who'd sit down and listen to you, and not judge you while you speak to them. Great piece :) *Hugs*

Mikey