Where Did I Go Wrong?A Poem by Queridawhat's happening? where did i go wrong? time flies when life's great now it slows damn cirlce starts
my mind's haunted memories of the past keep bringing up keep showing up why can't they leave me alone?
i want to heal i want to change i want to get better i want to stop.
stop being the emo kid stop being the heartless one stop being single just cuz i can't handle anyone's touch
where did i go wrong? i was happy once. i was fine once. i was alive once.
but i can't feel anymore put on my little mask and face another day full of heartache
my past is haunting me it's in my mind where did i go wrong? when will it stop? get it out of my head get it the f**k out.
i can't handle this it's wearin' me out it's tearing me apart it's killing me slowly from the inside out.
can't you see them? f*****g scars on my wrists. up and down my arms all physical mental is harder to see
even there i hurt scarred from a past too horrible to remember where did i go wrong? did i make a mistake? that i should have to suffer so?
i shiver at night i need someone's touch i need that comfort but i'll never get it cuz it just brings on nightmares.
of lily white hands and whispered words that i can't even remember if only it wasn't blocked out if only there wasn't that wall maybe i'd get better
where did i go wrong? it's my fault somewhere i messed up somewhere i caused this why? dear God, why torture me?
but of course, God doesn't it's in my head it's all my fault it's all my damned fault somehow, someway.
how could i cause this? is it my life that brings it on? are my friends to suffer because i can't run? they won't let me go won't let me die.
i can't make them hurt anymore than they do for my suicide so i won't i'll only daydream about slitting soft skin
how could i do this? where did i go wrong? why can't i touch? why can't i think? why can't i love?
where did i go wrong? © 2008 Querida |
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Added on February 7, 2008 AuthorQueridaMNAboutLet's start anew, without the prejudices and pains of the past to haunt the beginning of an era. Querida is not my real name, but it has become me, in my years online. more..Writing
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