My Madness

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Pink Teardrops, Jun 9, 2010.

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  1. Pink Teardrops

    Pink Teardrops Well-Known Member

    Slept in the dark: years before birth,
    I crept, until the time arrived.
    April-twenty ninth- I breath upon the earth.
    How I wish to return... my actions so contrived:
    Was infinity too short a wait?
    This human here, the one that writes
    Unimportant words, who struggles with his hate...
    Towards myself, I know my presence blights
    The planet where survival is the key:
    Sometimes I am reckless; wild -
    Yet most of the time I'm sensitive me...
    How confused I am, no longer a child.
    'In control', I supposed, I stung
    Those who I loved... the few
    Who claim to care, who bung
    My madness... I love you:
    For this hurt I spread,
    For the kisses you wasted,
    I wish I was dead,
    And my name never tasted...
    If I could, I would set you free --
    I'd erase old sensitive me.
  2. total eclipse

    total eclipse SF Friend Staff Alumni

    i think alot of us feel we would like to get rid of that sensitive side but it is a part of who we are. the sensitive one is the one that cares and sees and hears others pain and help them. I understand your pain i do and i hopeyou are getting help to heal that sensitive one.
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