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You heard my cry


You heard the cry Because all I wanted to do was die, And the chance to say goodbye, But I just can’t live a lie. I made my choice today, But you told me that you need me to stay, And that you would pray, But I want everything to go away. My hopes have turned up hopeless, And I’m sick of the loneliness, I can’t live a life of emptiness My life is nothing but a dark abyss. Set me free Of the chains that are holding me, Is anyone even listening to my plea, I just wanna be free. Why should I wait for tomorrow, When all I see is sorrow, I’m sick of having to follow, The people that are shallow. My life isn’t worth living anymore, When day in and day out I’m called a whore, I slam door after door, And I would give anything just to be able to soar. To get away from a place, And go after something that’s worth the chase, Without having tears run down my face, To disappear without a trace. I’m not gonna be a fighter, Even though you made me so much stronger, And now I’m wiser, But I still chose my danger. I’m sorry for blaming you, For everything I just couldn’t do, You don’t know half the things I’ve gone through, And if I leave you won’t have to. You don’t need me here, And I don’t want you to shed a single tear, And there is no need to fear, I’ll always be near. Based on what I know, I will never let who I am show, Because of all the pain I’ve had to undergo, I’m already dying slow.
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jamieeriebe13

i am 17 years old i live in wisconsin and i have had many things happen in the short time that i have been on this earth. By joining this community i hope that by sharing my story through my poems that i can help prevent teens from going through what i did.

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jwiener
This is a very intense poem, and I think that the repetitive rhyming you used added to the weary, almost spooky tone in the words. I also liked how each stanza told a little chapter of the big story you wrote about.

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