Hello Lord, do you remember me?
I'm the girl who puts herself into poetry.
I'm running out of things to keep living for,
My hopes and dreams are becoming vapor.
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I'm always tired and hungry,
And the weather's not helping me.
Everywhere I go there's an inconvenience
So I question my very own existence.
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You gave me a blessing, but it has a twin curse?
Each day my life feels heavy and worse.
I knocked many times on heaven's door,
I ask you what on earth am I here for?
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I'm sorry Lord, I'm drowning in despair,
And nobody around me seems to care.
My hopes and dreams are dying with me.
I feel like sleeping for an eternity.
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Written august 27, 2016
Copyright Star Ashley Cruz
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R.I.P. (Radical. Immortal. Poetry.)
PoetryI live and I will die but my words soar high written in skies of paper, allowed me to live forever. - Snippets of my soul in a piece of paper. R.I.P. originally stands for "Rest in peace." Coincidentally, I find that peace upon writing poetry and p...
