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If you are out there reading this... know it still hurts like hell.
Unfinished poem, but could be considered complete.
Been a while since I've uploaded anything.
Poem essentially describes how I feel lately. If you're "in the know", you know what it pertains to.
If not, good. It's not a positive situation.
All I can say is this: funny how things from a few months ago can linger with such potency.
Ultimately, I wish things were different... To whoever reads this, if you can relate, I'm honestly sorry: it is not fun.
"Sometimes I wish I’d a second chance,
Feel like I fell at a dance
And wasn’t helped back up
The yearning for redemption’s stacked up
And here I find myself thinking,
Especially sadly drinking,
About how things would have been
If I simply had not fallen,
Perhaps then thing would be good,
I wouldn’t be misunderstood,
And I’d still be smiling as I was.
Through the haze and the fuzz,
I find myself together, but barely
The contrast of then and now is scary,
Some things changed for the better and worse,
I’m just letting things take their course,
Waiting for the day things will change for the better
Don’t think these tear ducts could get any wetter,
My feelings described, it’s hard to tell
Vodka in hand with repeat set to Unwell
Is currently how I’m faring,
Something inside is tearing
Me apart and I don’t know what to do,
I’m so tired because this isn’t really new,
Even though it makes me blue,
I want to scream, I want to cry,
Some days I simply wonder why
You never gave me a chance
To explain why I fell during the dance,
I dropped the ball among many things,
But to leave cold-shoulder stings
And hurt worse than you know.
Preconceived feelings people show
All from this mess of what occurred,
Emotions should be dead but my heart still stirs,
Foolishly perhaps, but shouldn’t that count for something?
Thinking about it now makes me cry; watch my heart sink,
Knowing it doesn’t matter anyway,
You will never talk to me any day.
A chance never given even when the time is right,
I’ve already tried to put up a fight
And you shut it down without hesitation,
People tell me to change the station
But I keep it on in hopes I’ll get a sign,
Maybe you’ll come back and tell me things are fine,
Maybe you wont and I’ll be left to wonder
How things would be if we hadn’t gone under."
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