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I feel

by Tammy Frascona (Age: 30)
copyright 07-06-2006


Age Rating: 18 +

I feel empty some days.
I feel like everything I know is wrong.
I feel like I don't want to be near you.
I feel like I hate you for what you did to me.
I feel ashamed that it's my fault.
I feel ugly and want to hide.
You make me what to go away.
I feel like you still owe me something.
I feel like you should have to pamper me.
I feel like you should wine and dine me.
I feel like you should want to do those things.
I feel like you don't want me.
You make me feel unwanted.
I feel like I'm going to die some days
I feel guilty that you don't do those things.
I feel like I need help.
I want to feel like a woman.
I feel like a scared child.
I feel like everything is out of my grasp.
You make me want to quit.
I feel so unappreciated, so worthless.
I feel like the kids are the only reason i go on.
I feel like i want to over dose and stop hurting.
I feel like you will leave me if I can't regain control.
You make me feel weak and narrow minded.
I feel I want to reconnect with you.
I feel like you hate me though.
I feel like you are too busy for me.
I feel like you stay busy because of me.
I feel like I want to leave and save us the trouble.
You make me feel like I can't fix anything anymore.
I feel like that won't do anything but cause more pain for everyone including our kids.
I feel like I don't understand anymore.
I feel like I want to kill Her !
I feel like I want to hurt You !
I feel like I need my medication again.






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        04-06-2013     Walter Jones        

They say the mind plays our life free upon a stage needed to be a voice searching for the faith to explore and live in ryhme bleeding, a writer you are and more eyes seeing past now, the pill lives in the magic of expectation, from early on you were and are writing life.. Walt



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