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Nothing
by Regina Pate (Age: 29)
copyright 08-09-2006


Age Rating: 18 to 127

 
I didn't come here to write for you today
I can't find the words to write you anyway
I can honestly say it hurts inside
And I hate that I coudn't tell you
Even if I tried

My soul longs for reason and expresson
It cries out
begs me
For my answer to the question

I ache so bad that I can't cry
I don't want to deal with this much pain
any longer
I hope it kills me
cuz I can't get any stronger

But even though
my mind and my heart
have learned to disobey
My soul is reaching out
Helping me find my way

I really don't like feeling sorry for myself
But it's not me that I'm thinking of
I'm concerned for my daughter's health

I asked her what shes doing
and this was her reply
She said I'm crying
I couldn't ask her why

They took the phone from her
so she got in trouble
Since when did punishment consist of
not talking to your mother

I know this is really long
Again
But like I said
I wasn't going to write today
But you asked me
How I've been

I keep avoiding it all together
It's just easier that way
than to lie and say I'm fine
When I know that you know better

So I kept telling myself to wait
maybe tomarrow it'll be true
I thought if I just gave it time
I'd be fine
And then come back
And answer you

But it's taking longer
Than I ever imagined
And I really need
My friend

So I'm writting because
it's the right thing to do
It's because I need to write
But I didn't want to write to you

Not today

Anyway, I have to write it out like this
There is no taking a short cut
Or leaving anything out
This is what it takes to get me here
It's the little things that count

And I need this to remind me
Of what it takes to get it right
I have to do the baby steps too
Even though I know
After the darkness comes the light
I have to remember
Where there is darkness there can be no light
I must walk from that darkness into the dawn
Here comes the train
I must jump on!




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04-05-2008 Susan Brown    

Lots of weight on these shoulders. Hopefully, it resolved itself (the problem) before the ink dried for the very last time. My mother always said, Where there is life there is always hope. (always!)

Personally, I think (feel) there is hope even when life has been taken away...if 1 person requests it.

Susan


09-03-2006 Deborah Thomas    

Such a sad song, my little bird! It seems to be the mood of these days for many...
'it's a simple thing, tho it may seem hard, to find your way to my front yard!'


08-25-2006 Walter Jones    

Wind blows across the land, as the emotions spread I reach for your hand, no place of rest to take, just a friend and writer, saying I understand, special share.. Walt


08-14-2006 Roger Crique    

I don't know who you're writing to, but I hope the he or she is listening. I can tell you're really hurting and I wish my arms were long enough to reach you, my friend, but all I can do is try. I'm not going to comment on this piece, since I realize that you needed to vent and not write. I will not even attempt to console you. All I can do is tell you that I am thinking of you and that I hope your trials and tribulations end soon! Your friend, Roger.


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