Rambling's

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I feel unimportant sometimes
like I don't even matter
No one comes to visit me,

Submitted: December 07, 2007

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Submitted: December 07, 2007

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Rambling's

I feel unimportant sometimes
like I don't even matter
No one comes to visit me,
sitting in this house all alone.
I don't have a car anymore,
so I can't go anywhere.
I look back on my life
it is a sad sad shame.
All my dreams and loved ones
seem to have disappeared.
I feel like my family,
doesn't know I exist.
They don't even care to read,
my poetry anymore.
I do not have a job anymore,
even if I did it wouldn't last.
I do not take care of myself,
seeming to be withering away.
I even have everything I want,
a husband and three kids.
All my family does what they want,
vacations, friends, and dates.
Having nothing to talk about with them,
when we do gather for meeting's.
So what is wrong with me,
why do I feel this way?
I need out of this mess,
I can't stand it no more.
Sometimes I wish I could die,
but my kid's pop into mind
Sometimes I wish to run away,
and never come back.
I am to scared to do anything,
for I afraid to piss people off.
Sometimes I wish I could take another drink,
but I think I will have to pass.
Most of the time I wish,
I had never been abused.


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