SickA Poem by Ian FarawayCheck out and review part of my book Mystic In The Mist!Another day, another time Another fall from my long climb Tired of trying to get to the top When every time I slip and then drop Got to get rid of the heavy load, these crazy things These memories Holding me back from what I want to achieve No just leave, leave Leave me and let it be Because in the end, I’m not close to being free Seeing the bad and trying hard to see the good Now and forever more will I be a slave of this misery But it’s a simple thing called reality Growing up to a father that would say I sucked Telling me I was no good and I fucked everything up Sick of people’s noise and complaints If you heard my story you'd be ready to faint While your complaining about your parents grounding you Think about me when I was grounded There was no “go to your room” and “no electronics” But there was a leather belt that whipped you where it hurt In your heart, damaging your self esteem and ego till nothing else remained And all there was, was a mental box to block off everyone And in time became my trusting friend Take a step, go ahead Take a step in my shoes and see if you make it to bed © 2011 Ian FarawayReviews
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1 Review Added on June 8, 2010 Last Updated on May 11, 2011 Tags: sick, depression, hard, life AuthorIan FarawaySomewhere, NHAboutIan Faraway is simply a pen name and is not my actual name. Here are a few things to note: 1. If you need me to read anything you've written, please feel free to PM me. Also, let me know if you.. more..Writing
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