I'm sick to my stomach about the one thing I can't change.
It churns and burns and pain fills me at every grumble.
The anger at myself for what I can't do.
The remorseful thoughts for not helping the one who is always there for me.
Its says a lot when I can't return this heartful and amazing gestures.
I feel physically sick, mentally depressed and all in all I can't help him with his own personal hell.
Eyes with pain when fear is a game that causes destruction with all in the vicinity.
My quietness is explained when I can't stop the guilt for the poor amazing heart...
All I can't do...
I'm exhausted, physically mentally the whole nine yards.
It kills me not to be able to change a thing...
~Charlie
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From The Heart
PoetryDo you know the times when you want to say something, but can't? Or the times when you are sad and need someone to give you a hug? The times your worst enemy hugs your boyfriend? Or the times you are so angry you punch a locker and have to pay to ge...
