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My Emotional Cemetery

My Emotional Cemetery

A Poem by Elizabeth Fiske
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A poem that expresses the pain and depression I've suffered with...

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What are you doing?

Everyone believed in you.


You don't even know what you do
When you sit down and cry
And ask yourself "Why?"
When you know the answer.


You just dig yourself deeper.


Pain is food
And your an emotional eater.


Yeah, life is rough
And having faith is tough,
But that doesn't mean 
You can give up.



Your pathetic,
I'm trying to get you to admit it.
You need a little tough love
In order to get it into that thick head,
That you've feed 
Underseved self righteousness.
It's time to confess
Your own logic's flaws.
I don't understand
Why you built your coffin
With your own hands.
That isn't your job,
So something must've gone wrong...
But who would know?
You bottle it up
And ride along with the flow
Of time.

It's a crime 
That I have to tell you these rhymes
In the first place.

Suck it up;
Past are the memories
That build your emotional cemetery.
So it's time to open your eyes
And smash your tombstone.
When you do, 
You'll find that happiness does grow
And will kill life's poison ivy
That wraps around your feet
And drags you down,
Until you and Death meet.

© 2011 Elizabeth Fiske


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Added on April 11, 2011
Last Updated on April 11, 2011
Tags: hate, depression, pain, death, suicide, loss, expectations, poems

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Elizabeth Fiske
Elizabeth Fiske

Monroe, NH



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