Post by Jenny (Reffy) on May 6, 2009 17:03:33 GMT -5
Feelings, anger, upset, confusion.
Identity crises, perhaps.
Laughter, doesn't mean much now.
Friendships, gone, forgotten, destroyed.
Why should I help?
Why should I be the one to help?
Why when nobody says thanks any more?
When some can so easily forget?
Anger, too harsh to settle.
Gone in a second.
Tears cried too many times.
Gone without a single thought.
Life sucks. People suck.
Always the friendly people.
Never the bad.
The nice, caring people.
Crushed like daisies before a thundering gale.
What does it matter?
You did the right thing.
So then why feel bad?
Why the hurt? the tears? the upset?
Why the regret at harsh words spoken?
Spoken in anger.
Withdrawn by tears.
Same old, same old.
The show must go on. Merry little round-about.
God never gives any body more than they can handle.
That saying is wrong.
Life is wrong. Learning to live is wrong.
Why bother? Why even bother?
Anything you do will be gone in a flash.
Its not like it makes a difference.
Never a difference.
Are friends really true friends?
Is it better to be nice and trampled on?
Or spiteful, nasty and lonely?
Who am I? Soft and strong?
I am trampled and weak.
Anger. Hot, fueled, fire. Quick.
Feeling so small. So stupid.
I never asked or wanted for this.
What ifs? Can't live by what ifs?
Give up. Let go. Move on.
Yet it lingers, it stays.
The hurt. The wrong.
Why does it not heal?
Why can I not heal it?
Why does it not go away?
((Not sure what this is ... got a lot of upset feelings running around right now. Figured I should sit down and get it on paper. Drama is fun kiddies. Kinda feels better to get it all out on paper. I suppose it could be a poem ... but its more me talking too myself.))
Identity crises, perhaps.
Laughter, doesn't mean much now.
Friendships, gone, forgotten, destroyed.
Why should I help?
Why should I be the one to help?
Why when nobody says thanks any more?
When some can so easily forget?
Anger, too harsh to settle.
Gone in a second.
Tears cried too many times.
Gone without a single thought.
Life sucks. People suck.
Always the friendly people.
Never the bad.
The nice, caring people.
Crushed like daisies before a thundering gale.
What does it matter?
You did the right thing.
So then why feel bad?
Why the hurt? the tears? the upset?
Why the regret at harsh words spoken?
Spoken in anger.
Withdrawn by tears.
Same old, same old.
The show must go on. Merry little round-about.
God never gives any body more than they can handle.
That saying is wrong.
Life is wrong. Learning to live is wrong.
Why bother? Why even bother?
Anything you do will be gone in a flash.
Its not like it makes a difference.
Never a difference.
Are friends really true friends?
Is it better to be nice and trampled on?
Or spiteful, nasty and lonely?
Who am I? Soft and strong?
I am trampled and weak.
Anger. Hot, fueled, fire. Quick.
Feeling so small. So stupid.
I never asked or wanted for this.
What ifs? Can't live by what ifs?
Give up. Let go. Move on.
Yet it lingers, it stays.
The hurt. The wrong.
Why does it not heal?
Why can I not heal it?
Why does it not go away?
((Not sure what this is ... got a lot of upset feelings running around right now. Figured I should sit down and get it on paper. Drama is fun kiddies. Kinda feels better to get it all out on paper. I suppose it could be a poem ... but its more me talking too myself.))