B I U

Posted: September 30, 2013 in Depressive Poetry, Painful Poetry, Social/Society Poetry
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B   I   U
 
Again I found a place where I can be alone
Well, what I wanted was to relate
But again I found a prison of my own
And I’ve been served more than I can take on my plate.
 
I heard all the reasons and all the excuses
And all of the promises and all the complains
“Better luck next time boy”
Yeah I’ve had a hand on my shoulder for a time now.

 

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Comments
  1. crissybwell says:

    (((hugs)))) That is what I want to do after reading this poem. I can understand the hurt and struggle of life and everything, but remember you aren’t alone. I know that we can feel like in our head and in our emotions that no one will ever understand, care or relate but there are those people that love you and who will. You know that you aren’t alone. I am right here with you and for you. Sometimes we just have to release it all though because keeping it in is worse. You know I love you! ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

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