U
ukkez
Guest
love is a funny thing
you think it is simple
sometimes it is
sometimes its not
you love someone and often get hurt
the one person you think you would be with forever
was going to be the one to care for you when your old
really is only caring about no.1
i cant stop crying
i cant stop the stinging in my eyes
the burning in my cheeks
the quiver in my bottom lip
im holding on to threads when there used to be rope,
there is not point in talking
when no one wants to listen
people only talk bad about it
the *****y, back stabbing, judgment
the judging looks
they knew about it they knew it would happen
hate when i cry
hate even more at why
hate the way people can see u have been
with your puffy eyes
cant breath and cant speak
not that i have anything intressting to say
i dont have depression
coz im not on tablets
but i think of death
and become selfish
not able to see other peoples problems
just wanting to be left alone
not even God comes and have a chat
i need to ocean to calm my soul
something about the waves
that God made, i guess thats a way he could be talking to me
the smell of salt is homely
sometimes i think it would be a good way to go
but i dont like the cold water.
maybe if i went some were hot and did it there
it would be alright
but yeah that would be selfish
thats what people say
because they people wouldnt have to worrie about me
so it would easy there burden
thought it was my free will any way
so why should it be Gods choice for when its my time to come home
well now iv got all that out
dont feel much better
but i can go bk to putting a brave face and go back to life
boring life
can look forward to seeing Gods glory by enjoying the few things of his on the earth
iv wrote this just for me,
just felt the need to right something down,
dont know if u could call it a poem
just from head to on here.
you think it is simple
sometimes it is
sometimes its not
you love someone and often get hurt
the one person you think you would be with forever
was going to be the one to care for you when your old
really is only caring about no.1
i cant stop crying
i cant stop the stinging in my eyes
the burning in my cheeks
the quiver in my bottom lip
im holding on to threads when there used to be rope,
there is not point in talking
when no one wants to listen
people only talk bad about it
the *****y, back stabbing, judgment
the judging looks
they knew about it they knew it would happen
hate when i cry
hate even more at why
hate the way people can see u have been
with your puffy eyes
cant breath and cant speak
not that i have anything intressting to say
i dont have depression
coz im not on tablets
but i think of death
and become selfish
not able to see other peoples problems
just wanting to be left alone
not even God comes and have a chat
i need to ocean to calm my soul
something about the waves
that God made, i guess thats a way he could be talking to me
the smell of salt is homely
sometimes i think it would be a good way to go
but i dont like the cold water.
maybe if i went some were hot and did it there
it would be alright
but yeah that would be selfish
thats what people say
because they people wouldnt have to worrie about me
so it would easy there burden
thought it was my free will any way
so why should it be Gods choice for when its my time to come home
well now iv got all that out
dont feel much better
but i can go bk to putting a brave face and go back to life
boring life
can look forward to seeing Gods glory by enjoying the few things of his on the earth
iv wrote this just for me,
just felt the need to right something down,
dont know if u could call it a poem
just from head to on here.