I'll be out of here,
But will it be out of me ever?
This frustration is killing me,
My soul is finally on fire.
I want to save me from myself now,
How can i stop these sour thoughts of mine?
.My absence doesn't count,
My presence isn't noticeable.
Will any one ever care to think,
About the girl who used to wander here.
6 comments:
this is one negative post.
but i love the photo.
anyway, there's nothing wrong being a commoner but i do believe that everyone is here for a reason.
our presence counts..
that's for sure..:)
and we do care, that's why we're here:)
You seem so unhappy my dear, are you going through a hard time?
One has to expereinece the hard times to appreciate the good.
Take care.
Yvonne:
O, another sad poem... i can even feel the deep desire to go on further but somethin' is missin'...!!!:/
Good day!!!:)
>kelvin
Don't be!
I've been here, done this, done that, but thanks to wonderful friends, they've uplifted my soiled spirit!
Cheer up dear!
You know you have captured a trifle from my life? I feel like this at times. Though my personal life is satisfactory, I feel these feelings at my work place at times (many times). But, I am standing up to it and facing the negative energy. I want to fight it and show them all that I am a man of strong character. I hope you find the courage too.
Take care. Best wishes.
Thanks everyone for showing concern :)
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