Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Almostgone, Jul 22, 2009.

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  1. Almostgone

    Almostgone Member


    What do I do now? You kept me here, with my feet on the ground
    When I wanted to fly away you held me down
    When I opened my wounds, you stitched me up as I bled
    I don’t know how to be here anymore, without you consistently fighting
    My private war
    I am defenseless, a prisoner of myself
    you left with the keys to set me free, so I bleed out every day
    And I don’t know how much longer I can stay, it is like a caustic cocktail I drink
    That burns through me from inside to out
  2. MissKerouac

    MissKerouac Well-Known Member

    Wow. This is a really harrowing read. I hope you find the strength to find your way again, and if you need to talk pm me and I'll be here :console:
  3. Almostgone

    Almostgone Member

    You are so sweet and kind. I am trying very hard to get through. This is the anniversary week of my husbands death (2 years). He was a really sweet man who loved me through my issues, (I'm addicted to suicide). I was with him since (I was 15, I'm 41 now), and knew him my entire childhood, he grew up down the road. Never had to explain myself because he just knew and understood, because he was there. I lost my best friend, the father of my children, and a huge part of how I identified myself.

    I grew up rough and he was always very compassionate and loving through all my stupid baggage. He allowed me to become a better person. God I miss him so much.

    Thank you so much for reading and caring.

    Mr. Cash certainly knew his way around a word, didn't he.
  4. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    :hug: Good writing!
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