The birds sing from the swaying trees, unaware that inside a small house down town you're hanging from a sailor's rope. The wind is still blowing and the ocean is still splashing, unaware that you're hanging from a sailor's rope. And i sit alone, planning a similar fate, im unaware that you're hanging from a sailor's rope. Because I know the feeling of complete hopelessness and not finding a way out of this never-ending maze of trouble. So I read my literature in order to escape the chaos of my mind, unaware that you're hanging from a sailor's rope I apologise if I sound self-catering or self centred in thinking about myself because While the rest of our family read your heartfilled words on your tear stained paper I get caught up in other people's words, Unaware that you're hanging from a sailor's rope. And as the bitter words spit off my mother's tongue I suddenly become aware that you're hanging from a sailor's Rope and I become afraid. Because that could of been me just hours before. So forgive me if I don't want to travel out to sea to see you and forgive me if I don't tie your ship down because I'm afraid of that sailor's rope and the fate I could have. And forgive me for the selfishness that clouded my judgement but most importantly please please forgive me. For i feel I could have helped. I could of thrown away your sailor's rope, or visited or dropped a note. I just hope you can forgive me and I can stop imagining myself on a sailor's rope.
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Poetry
PoesiaSome spoken word poetry I wrote when I was in a pretty horrible place , but now feel comfortable publishing because I'm okay again :)
