this poem is about a person from my past...
and as i say--- life just moves on. i don't blame her actually. it was her who lost the best she ever had because of her cowardice and immaturity. god bless ya buddy...i always wished you well and i'll still always wish you well.
and for me--now, it even doesn't hurt...becoz THE SHOW MUST GO ON...!! :) :)
I couldn’t ignore the pain any longer,
Life was just too much,
I never saw my life in future times,
Or happiness and love and such.
I’d been to the edge with the intent to jump,
And had become happy with thoughts of no pain.
Feeling my uselessness as an inherited curse,
I had nothing left to gain.
The sun failed to shine,
In my world overcast.
Birds no longer sang,
And the first had become the last.
All things good and whole,
Had turned and went their way.
They were never to return to me,
So I felt I should just go away.
Consumption by hate, to save was too late,
Where should I turn now?
Why do I get kicked when I’m down?
When could I be happy? Or even better, how?
Fallen and fetal,
I will return to the dirt.
Bittersweet battle within,
No longer would I hurt.
Smiles soon faded,
And hearts followed to break.
As I cried out for help,
I cried in heaven’s sake.
Routinely I cried,
For a hand to reach to me.
I looked blankly at emptiness’ stare,
And closed my eyes reluctantly.
But I felt one more fight, a chance in me,
To save myself from isolation.
Piercing my lips were words of insignificance,
And the end to my frustration.
As time's hands moved on and on,
Together, as one, we grew.
Now solitary routine you seek,
You seek you never knew,
Tired of times we spend together,
Tired of me you grow.
Tired of being tired in time,
No feelings will you show.
But in time as your thoughts are even,
Will I be thought of only as your pawn..
And will you be happy or sad
When I’m finally gone?
I never saw my life in future times,
Or happiness and love and such.
I’d been to the edge with the intent to jump,
And had become happy with thoughts of no pain.
Feeling my uselessness as an inherited curse,
I had nothing left to gain.
The sun failed to shine,
In my world overcast.
Birds no longer sang,
And the first had become the last.
All things good and whole,
Had turned and went their way.
They were never to return to me,
So I felt I should just go away.
Consumption by hate, to save was too late,
Where should I turn now?
Why do I get kicked when I’m down?
When could I be happy? Or even better, how?
Fallen and fetal,
I will return to the dirt.
Bittersweet battle within,
No longer would I hurt.
Smiles soon faded,
And hearts followed to break.
As I cried out for help,
I cried in heaven’s sake.
Routinely I cried,
For a hand to reach to me.
I looked blankly at emptiness’ stare,
And closed my eyes reluctantly.
But I felt one more fight, a chance in me,
To save myself from isolation.
Piercing my lips were words of insignificance,
And the end to my frustration.
As time's hands moved on and on,
Together, as one, we grew.
Now solitary routine you seek,
You seek you never knew,
Tired of times we spend together,
Tired of me you grow.
Tired of being tired in time,
No feelings will you show.
But in time as your thoughts are even,
Will I be thought of only as your pawn..
And will you be happy or sad
When I’m finally gone?
