Lost
Sometimes all I want to do is write, to let my pain hit paper.
Sometimes all I want to do is cry, and let my tears flood over.
There’s so much hurt and fear inside, jut once I wish I could live, as I have tried.
No more pain,
No more fear, and no more lonely words.
My eyes fill with tears, as I put on this face.
I know it’s sad, and bad.
But I lie; I still cheat, even though I know it’s wrong.
All I get is confusion, surrounded by noise, suffering illusion’s
Sometimes I feel I’ll never be found, destined to stay in this deep dark cloud.
I ask, “Why am I here?”
No one loves me, no one needs me, so who on Earth would miss me.
Takes time to heal all wounds they say.
This pain I know won’t go away.
My heart cries out, my soul aches.
And I shout “WHY ME?”
I feel disgusting, I feel a freak.
My minds a mess, my body so weak.
I wish so much it would go away.
I wish that I could heal one day.
Dawn Chapman May 2001
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I like ‘pain hit paper’ as an expression and in general I get the feeling of angst, almost a ‘teenage’ angst and see the work as a cathartic step maybe.
Thanks for the comments on this and my short script.
I’m glad you liked that expression, it is one of my fav ones.
Speak soon.
Dawn
I really liked the line:
“My eyes fill with tears, as I put on this face.”
I agree with Robbe on catharsis as well, definitely a strong feeling that comes out of it.
Very teen angst.