bubblegum.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about the loss of dreams and hope.

Submitted: December 11, 2012

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Submitted: December 11, 2012

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I’m sorry,
I’ve lost who I am
Along; among the blur of stress and madness.
Cutting wrists in the form of hearing my mothers life story,
Hanging from every word
You once told me,
Bleeding thoughts and feelings out in warm baths,
Over dosed on …you.
I am not suicidal.
I am purely, in denial.
Carrying the weight of the world
Opening poetry books but not bibles.
What ‘hope’ do I have?
What hope do I have,
When I have a million dreams, 
Swept away by sleepless nights,
A million needs,
Bound together ‘bubblegum’ tight,
Its like, 
I have to fight,
For everything that’s ‘right’,
Hopes strewn on a string,
But I let go of that kite.
I’m sorry.
 
 
 


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