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forcedtobe
04-10-2008, 08:55 AM
I now have two friends
That want to be
Gone, dead
I am running on empty..

I've been worrid
About it for so long now,
That I've run out of things
To say, to do

My mind screams
Tell someone, call the police
You can help them,
You can stop their pain

But my heart and gut screams
Dont call, dont tell,
Just talk and show you care,
Just be there, be nice,
And be strong

But I've been at it for so long now..
And everything around me,
It just seams to come crashing
Down on me

My life is in ruins
And myself in pain
Pain of all kinds

My grades are better,
But I cant think
I am too busy fearing,
Fearing the worst
Now of my two friends

I am searching,
Searching for help,
For understanding,
And words to keep
The ones i care for here

But I cant find anything,
I am failing this test....

forcedtobe
04-11-2008, 10:50 AM
My dad,
He was the kind of guy
That hated being late,
That loved to be a kid
Playing games and
Having fun

He was the kind of guy,
That cared and loved
Even if he didn't know
How to show it

My dad,
He is now uncaring,
And late. He doesn't
Play or understand
My dad is now a fool

My dad,
Does not call,
Does not say
Hi or hey
Does not care

My dad,
Does not see me
Nor does he try

My dad,
No longer knows
Me, Nor does it
Matter to him

He has Julie,
He has a dog,
He has a job,
He has no cares

He abandoned me,
He stopped caring,
He went with her,
And left his only girl

He left his girl,
And she misses him,
She remembers the times,
She hurts

He will miss her
And she'll be gone...

forcedtobe
04-14-2008, 11:03 AM
My life is like
A stormy day,
The sky in its blues,
Is my confusion and hurt,
Grey and blue

The rain is how I feel,
When its poring,
I am crying inside
And when sprinkling,
I am not so sad

The lightning,
Is the small amounts
Of hope and light
I receive though it all

The thunder,
Is me screaming and
Fighting with myself,
And others

The hail is like
How cold I feel,
Its like the little
Parts of me that are
Melting, Leaving

The tornado Is the
Guy that came,
Cared, back stabbed,
And then left,
Leaving a mess behind

And after it all,
Everything is messed up,
Broken, needing repair
And care

My life is this stormy day