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Hi, this is a poem I wrote at the edge of suicidal depression when I was 13 years old..my friend said i should post it here.. enjoy....
~Chains of the mind~
This is a poem I wrote a few years back..enjoy.
Through the nights of utter despair,
I was stabbed by the idea that nobody cares,
I had nothing that I could call my own,
Even my friends left me cold and alone,
I can't get out, I can't be free,
There are to many walls built up inside of me,
I am trapped by my friends who know nothing but war.
Chained to everything that had gone on before,
Lost in the ghetto where my family died,
Fooled into thinking I will never get outside,
Can you really think there is hope for me?
The only home I've ever know has been on the street,
I have become a theif and a liar,
Told there is no chance to re-light the fire that once burned,
The hope has gone out,
Can't you see?
The isn't room in your world for a person like me,
So here I am, broken and torn,
I shall never be free from these chains of my mind,
I will never know that there is more to this life,
I will never have hope,
I will never dream,
The only chance I will ever have has been stolen from me.
Copyright Dave W. 2001
~Chains of the mind~
This is a poem I wrote a few years back..enjoy.
Through the nights of utter despair,
I was stabbed by the idea that nobody cares,
I had nothing that I could call my own,
Even my friends left me cold and alone,
I can't get out, I can't be free,
There are to many walls built up inside of me,
I am trapped by my friends who know nothing but war.
Chained to everything that had gone on before,
Lost in the ghetto where my family died,
Fooled into thinking I will never get outside,
Can you really think there is hope for me?
The only home I've ever know has been on the street,
I have become a theif and a liar,
Told there is no chance to re-light the fire that once burned,
The hope has gone out,
Can't you see?
The isn't room in your world for a person like me,
So here I am, broken and torn,
I shall never be free from these chains of my mind,
I will never know that there is more to this life,
I will never have hope,
I will never dream,
The only chance I will ever have has been stolen from me.
Copyright Dave W. 2001