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Losing Your Soul
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Feelings Inside... I feel like I'm climbing
On a rope with no end
When I feel I'm ahead
I just fall again.
I try and I try
Til I feel I could die
I try and I try
Til I break down and cry
Sometimes I ask
Should I end it myself?
And it's way too hard
To call out for help
My life is a story
Filled with sorrow and pain
It's a song of bad judgement
Which will drive you insane
The tears that you shed
Resemble blood that you've bled
To hear my words
You wwill wish you had meds
It feels like hell
When you're out of control
It's a disasterous state
When you're losing your soul
I think a lot of people can identify themselves in this poem. And it's difficult to climb all the way to the top, there's probably more people out there than we know of, who has considered to "end it" themselves.
I also think that the journey to the self, is a life time long.
Anyways, I liked the poem. I really did.
that was great,, do you find it strange that people like deppressing poems better? i dont know, but i did like this one
I love how this one flows together...and has so much meaning to it.
Your piece has a sad, but a learned finality to it. It lends a certain hope to the survival instinct you must have had when writing it. The piece of your soul that was lost was perhaps cancerous to the healthy pieces that create work such as this. Keep writing. I enjoyed it.