Idk..written off the top of my head. Thought about this poem as I was crying earlier..I'm just so tired of not having someone to tell "I love you" and have them say it back to me...to say it, and it not be a lie. I miss the feeling of love. I doint get very much here at home..nothing I ever do is good enough, in turn I get yelled at and other things. I just miss how things used to be when I was a kid..when I was oblivious to pain like this and I lived a carefree life...right now, everything is so complicated in my life. I just want a little side of happiness in my life...it's all I ask for. I don't wanna hurt anymore.
My Review
Would you like to review this Chapter? Login | Register
Hey.. being young is never easy, but then being older isnt any less difficult either... try and cheer up okay, and write... thats what you do... write about all the things in life you are sooo grateful for.. i mean can you imagine for one second that this whole universe has no voice, no real reason or answer to why it is even here... except for us! That alone just always blows me away... relative to the beginning of time, we are a mere blip, of existance... barely the fluttering of an eyelash or the last breath of one loved one to another... we cant waste that. we cant waste this gift weve been given... the simple fact that we can think, and feel, and dream... oh my gosh... so few really think about that alone, let alone all the myriad of other things we have in our fortunate lives... life is... relationships... relationships with our family, our friends, and even those we meet on a poetry website from time to time... and, the realtionship, with ourselves... if you cant, or dont, love yourself... why in the heck would you expect others to love you then... you are a terrific writer, with a wonderful spirit... embrace that, now, not later, but right now... tomorrow is guranteed to nobody... treat each moment for what it is... a gift... a present born from the past, to cherish in our future... now get our your pen poetess, and let those feelings write themselves, and dont look back... our eyes were put in the front of our faces for a reason... to see whats ahead, so we can grab it and never stop running.....................................
Everyone has a purpose, See you had a purpose with this write, when you wrote it, that was to let these feelings out and you did that wonderfully, You had a purpose of feeling not wanted, That is a purpose a sad one, but it's a purpose. It had you to write this poem. Well you posted your purpose, to make others see what you are feeling, so they don't go through it alone. Wonderful job!
You have a purpose, your writing. Maybe someday you shall write something that motivates someone else to write, or to do something heroic, free their people or change the world, you never know what will become of your works when you are gone, but I know you must write them and keep inspiring those around you!
Hey.. being young is never easy, but then being older isnt any less difficult either... try and cheer up okay, and write... thats what you do... write about all the things in life you are sooo grateful for.. i mean can you imagine for one second that this whole universe has no voice, no real reason or answer to why it is even here... except for us! That alone just always blows me away... relative to the beginning of time, we are a mere blip, of existance... barely the fluttering of an eyelash or the last breath of one loved one to another... we cant waste that. we cant waste this gift weve been given... the simple fact that we can think, and feel, and dream... oh my gosh... so few really think about that alone, let alone all the myriad of other things we have in our fortunate lives... life is... relationships... relationships with our family, our friends, and even those we meet on a poetry website from time to time... and, the realtionship, with ourselves... if you cant, or dont, love yourself... why in the heck would you expect others to love you then... you are a terrific writer, with a wonderful spirit... embrace that, now, not later, but right now... tomorrow is guranteed to nobody... treat each moment for what it is... a gift... a present born from the past, to cherish in our future... now get our your pen poetess, and let those feelings write themselves, and dont look back... our eyes were put in the front of our faces for a reason... to see whats ahead, so we can grab it and never stop running.....................................