I am lost enough to long for death
But too cowardly to slit my wrist,
But that is the way of things with me
In a world where I subsist.
I wish I could feel nothing
As I watch hope trickle down the drain.
If only I could flow with it
And escape this endless pain
I am lost within my reality
And things will never be the same.
I'm a bad copy of a masterpiece
In a second hand paper frame.
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tearing out of you
it calls to my heart as well
because I feel it too
darkness that can threaten
not willing to subside
reminding us of the love
that we found had died
hang tight to the pieces
for the hurt will someday fade
giving us a new chance
and love in which to wade
Your writes always fill me with such overflowing feeling and emotion, it is like you sing my song sometimes! Poignant. thank you for expression and inspiration!
Don't lose hope, its the reflection of the mirrors around you, to change mirrors you need to get different people in your life...
You were worth dying for, as Jesus died for one as well as all. We so want from others what we have had from God all along. In my darkest hour God is there getting me through it.
If you ever want to talk, I am here.
draining emotions from me
everytime I read you, amazed
at how powerful you be
Good stuff
inconstant heart
If you ever feel lost or sad please feel free to pm me anytime and we can talk things through, have faith in your unique beauty and hope that happiness awaits you
I'm a bad copy of a masterpiece (No, your a MASTERPIECE)
In a second hand paper frame.( No Shelbia, You need to put yourself in a golden frame)
Shelbia it is OK to write about your pain to let it out, but let it go, don't hang on to it!! Let the sunshine into your life!!! Your poetry touches everyone who reads it!!! Never sell yourself short. I'm one of your biggest fan!!!! God Bless You Shelbia!!!!
I hope this is cathartic for you Shelbia. I hope your beautiful talent brings light shining through the shadows. hugs
But too cowardly to slit my wrist
In this I think her cowardice is a virtue.
I'm a bad copy of a masterpiece
In a second hand paper frame.
And here... she thinks she is a bad copy of a masterpiece, but she is not. She is the original. She is the masterpiece.
"In a second hand paper frame"
I have felt like that before. But I was wrong. And so is she.
If you are in the habit of entering contests, this one's a winner... I have no idea where to enter it. But it's THAT good.