angelgirl3218

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angelgirl3218

Days of endless struggle
          More hopeful pills today
          Trying to appear 'normal'
          In some sort of way.
          
          It seems that the struggle
          Is always here with me
          And I wouldn't be here now
          If guilt would leave me be
          
          I know there's been many
          Who've had it worse than I
          But that doesn't always mean
          That I wouldn't say good-bye
          
          People say I have a lot going for me
          I'm sorry, but I just can't see
          I can't see because my worst enemy
          Is not my life, but inside of me.
          
          Always on a roller coaster,
          Not much consistency
          I'm nothing if I'm not up or down
          I'm nothing if just 'me.'
          
          Very little energy
          Wanting to stay in bed
          Wishing to be enthusiastic
          Instead of feeling like I'm made of lead.
          
          Wanting to be excited
          Wanting to care for more
          But when nothing makes sense
          It's hard to focus on the poor.
          
          Cluttered mind, cluttered thinking
          It's hard to keep in touch
          With what is happening around me
          And not to worry too much.
          
          I feel that everybody is better than me
          And that I can't do anything right.
          This is how I've felt my whole dang life
          It didn't just start last night.
          
          No confidence, no self-esteem
          Everybody else is right
          To speak my mind is to be a fool
          So I just try to 'sit tight.'
          
          Any one of these problems
          Would be a heavy vice
          But when you have them ALL
          Living seems like a roll of the dice.

angelgirl3218

I guess I could say I feel the same like this poem.
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angelgirl3218

A Cry For Help
          
          A child so small
          so vulnerable and weak
          helpless, powerless
          not allowed to speak.
          Lying awake in bed
          knowing he'll soon appear
          Frightened and trapped
          living a torturous nightmare.
          Body is shaking
          trembling within
          preparing for
          the terrible acts of sin.
          Left all alone
          with no one in sight
          The abused child cries silently
          all through the night.
          
          How does one heal
          from such a horrible crime?
          The scars, the damage
          lasts a lifetime.
          Emotionally I struggle
          to make it through
          Not knowing why
          I feel and act the way I do.
          The tragedy is over
          but the turmoil is still there
          I wonder, if my outbursts
          is a way to see if anyone cares.
          Please! God help me
          I cry out
          with so much anguish
          fear and doubt.

angelgirl3218

Everybody cries sometimes, and if you don't you should. Crying is a natural way of letting go of pent up emotions. It is sad fact that many children are shamed for crying. Adults who are led to believe that crying is not OK may repress their feeling of sadness. Emotions that are not allowed to release tend to leak out in other areas of their lives. The ability to express our emotions whether alone or in communication to others is necessary for a happy life.