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Poetry By: rigadoo
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This is how I feel every day


Submitted:Oct 18, 2011    Reads: 37    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   


Talking to Myself

Some days I feel like I'm talking to God,

Other days I'm just talking to myself.

If anyone could spend a day in my head,

They'd say I need some serious help.

I think of death, 24/7,

Torn between belief and doubt of heaven.

I don't know what to think,

Don't know who to be.

I've lost myself,

I'm no longer me.

They beat me into submission on the outside,

But I'm even worse on the inside.

My own thoughts are no longer mine,

When asked how I am, I answer 'fine'.

They think I'm crazy,

But they don't know who I am.

I feel so alone,

Wishing someone would offer a hand.

I talk to myself every day,

My words are filled with doubt and hate.

I don't know who I am anymore,

I want to escape more than anything.

I've lost myself,

I'm no longer me.





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