New heights (1)

RSS

By *****Junior Walker***** •

I’m getting bitter Inside I feel myself dying It’s as if I have no feelings at all But inside I feel my soul crying It beats its head against skin walls And tries to escape through slit wrists Asking if it matters to anyone Whether or not I exist In between questioning my lifestyle Asking where I’m going; Till I’m left hopeless And feel my every insecurity is showing Loved ones peel away my fingers Rather than helping me to hold on Not one says, it’ll be alright Just hang on I just wish I could make them all see Just how much this pain hurts Show the emptiness that fills my heart Without showing how blood spurts I do what I can to resist the temptation And at the same time resist drugs Sometimes that means having multiple girls This means getting multiple hugs And after I’ve tried everything I still can’t feel love But rest everything on one comfort And it comes from high high above Tonight death will come when I call Not when its time There’ll be no more pain Death, but a victimless crime.

This poem has no votes yet.

To vote, you must be logged in.

To leave comments, you must be logged in.

July 13, 2007 03:21 ~~~~GLOSTARG~~~~

RE: your poem
a song for you Junior

Thank You Lord For Your Blessings On Me

As the world looks upon me
as I struggle along
They say I have nothing
but they are so wrong
In my heart I’m rejoicing
how I wish they could see
Thank you Lord
for your blessings on me

There's a roof up above me
I've a good place to sleep
There's food on my table
And shoes on my feet
You gave me your love Lord
And a fine family
Thank you Lord
for your blessings on me

Now I know I'm not wealthy
and these clothes
they’re not new
I don’t have much money
but Lord I have you
And to me that’s all that matters
though the world cannot see
Thank you Lord
for your blessings on me.