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I'm dying for something to live for

Poetry By: cmccoy
Poetry


Tags: Sad, True, Life


Aren't we all dying for something?


Submitted:Mar 30, 2007    Reads: 125    Comments: 5    Likes: 1   


I'm shriveling on the inside like an autumn leaf.

My arms are like empty branches, can't you see?

To look through my eyes its like water on a mirror.

A smeared delusion of me, I can't make it clearer.

My world has been shrouded in a black sheet.

I'm a bird in a cage so longing to be free.

My bed is my rat trap, it doesn't want me to go.

My body aches for the sunlight it doesn't know.

I see you over there looking so pitiful at me.

I'm trapped inside, I want out, so help me.

Thoughts of suicide and pain run ramped.

That's too exhausting, I'll lay here instead.

This feelings got a hold on my soul and mind.

Just an ounce of peace, that's all I wish to find.

I've been to every doctor you can imagine.

I've taken every kind of pill to try to mend.

What do you do when you feel this way?

No explanation, nothing else to say?

Am I stuck in this rut forever more?

Will I always be dying for something to live for?





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