Despair and pinecones

By heathenpoetry


Nothing can help me;
i'm in too much trouble.

Far away from free;
im trapped in this bubble.

This bubble of Sadness;
depressions home.

Swirling with madness;
despair and pinecones.

See me, hear me;
get me out of here now.

Feel me, believe me;
just help me somehow.

So here i am waiting;
im longing for death.

This life more frustrating;
with every breath.

When you read this my darling;
i will aready be dead.

But just know you were the last thing;
that went through my head.

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Copyright 2009 heathenpoetry
Published on Saturday, October 24, 2009.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • lupus tenebrae On Sunday, February 14, 2010, lupus tenebrae (860)By person wrote:

    A powerful write that's for sure, keep it up! Scholar

  • A former member wrote: Damn dude, that last line sealed the deal for me. Great poem man. :) Scholar

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