9-23-2010

A poem about finally being out of my moms house.

"(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I’ve become" -Evanescence 'Bring Me To Life'

I'm finally out.

Out of the grave I have dug myself.

I'm no longer six feet down.

Buried deep beneath the ground.

I'm back on my feet.

I've made myself something.

I'll be a stronger person now.

I'm not surround by all that negative energy any more.

I'm over my past problems.

I know you won't forgive me.

But it's worth it if I'm not going to turn out like you.

Reviews

[David W Moore III]

You do have to live for yourself, especially if you have someone that is trying to bring you down. I like the metaphor of digging yourself out of your grave. Nice