“Sticking around for this shit, another day”…

girl

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The same old faces…
In the same old town…

So many memories…
Bringing her down…

Stuck in a world…
That doesn’t understand…

Where nothing really works…
Or ever goes to plan…

Where feeling pain…
Has become the norm…

And every sunset…
Unleashes the storm…

The battle that rages…
Inside her numb head…

The whispering voices…
The cruel words said…

Suggesting it’s time…
She’d be better off…

If she just disconnected…
And simply switched off…

Her life support system…
The air she’s breathing…

Submit to her death…
And enjoy the feeling…

That would come…
With the ultimate freedom…

And turn her back…
Just simply leave them…

All the same faces…
Those bitter memories…

And so called friends…
Who act like enemies…

As they stole her past…
And haunt her present…

She’s in need of a future…
Where she doesn’t resent…

All that is past…
All that has been…

As with one small action…
She could be set free…

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21 responses to ““Sticking around for this shit, another day”…

  1. She could be set free
    But would never of found
    A wholesome perspective
    That’s nailed to the ground
    In understanding that others
    So often are wrong
    That this should not pitch
    The notes of her song
    That with chorus and beat
    And positive repetition
    She could slip from the grasps
    Of their false validation
    That in stepping on back
    She could step forth a whole
    And regain the worth
    That those others had stole

      • No problem I enjoyed writing it.. Your poem provoked it as a response. Not a carefully crafted poem, but born of logic and heart. Glad to hear you’re good and that you’re writing is hopefully more a therapy than a cry for help. Also thanks for guest poet invite, I am curious as to what you mean by this?

      • Thanks and you’re welcome – Guest poet slots are open to anyone – just email me a poem that you think will fit the dark nature of the blog to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk and I will feature you – there is actually someone’s guest poet slot coming up tonight, so you will get the idea if you have a look on the blog in about 30 mins – Cheers J

  2. I’m sorry but this comes off as a good bye / suicide note. I have had a few friends write things like this before they blew their brains out. Is it just poetry or is something seriously wrong?

    • Yes it is hard to distinguish on a blog, what is what and I agree, someone genuinely feeling this low might need people to see beyond the words, though being able to write them out and share can also be therapeutic. Given she tweeted 4 hours ago I’m guessing she’s still around, I hope she has some good people around if feeling down, but then again. I wish that for anyone. And to eye will not cry : sorry to referring to you as she and I hope things are not as bleak as your poem was powerful, but thanks for the inspiration and provocation.. Got me thinking. And to postmodern, sorry to hear about your friends.

  3. Realy great, emotional, no holds barred poem which holds you feeling every word, thank you for shareing , take care be strong ,

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