Hear Me

Hear Me

A Poem by Bethany Woody

There are nights I cry myself to sleep

can you hear me

I'm crying now

calling out to you.

 

I'm not strong enough to save myself

from unwanted pain

suffering now tonight

crying once again.

 

Please hear me

save me from myself

wipe away my tears

wipe away my apin.

 

I'm such a disaster

it's just not right

calling for you

please hear me.

© 2008 Bethany Woody


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If you are like me you write about what you are feeling, personally feeling deep in your heart. This piece is beautifully written but so lonely. I suppose it's unacceptable to offer advise here but maybe I can invite you to poke around my page and perhaps you'll find a little hope.
I was once where you are now and it's not very much fun. I was able to find a way to "save me from myself" though.
Hang in there.

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Those who refuse to listen will not hear your tears. tose who refuse to look will not see them. The fat you cry washes out your eyes, let it sooth your pain and help you move on.

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wonderful expression of hopelessness and longing. You paint a picture of a person so trapped by themselves they can't even find themselves. Beautifully done,

Great Job!!!

Posted 17 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Hopefully someone will my friend. I know how it is to want to be saved from yourself.

Posted 17 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.


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Bethany Woody
Bethany Woody

Atlanta, GA



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This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her message is committed To hands I cannot see; For love of her, sweet .. more..

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