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depression#2

depression#2

A Poem by Jesse

where my heart is

where my soul longs to be

my heart is his

my very essence yearns to be free

 

my hearts now an anchor

it pulls me to the depths of the sea

ripped open like a canker

my emotions pour out of me

 

leading me on

make me love then hate him

wishing i could be gone

heart locked no one can break in

 

he's got every key

to all the thousands of locks

no matter where i hide them, he

finds them all tick tock

 

time is wasted

life flying by

my view is now jaded

no matter how i try

 

can't stop the hurt

he won't help my healing

he's stupid as dirt

not seeing my true feeling

 

won't tell him can not

his presence consumes me

if i prevented it, i could not

if only he'd wake up and see

 

i'd rather be happy

i'd rather see him smile

i know it sounds sappy

but i might forget after awhile

 

falling out of love

harder than it seems

fire burns up above

breaking the rafters and beams

closing in on me

thease feelings you don't see

happy with you

sad without

falling out of love true

expectaions lead to doubt

 

© 2008 Jesse


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