why oh why do we
believe in such fantasy
when we kno that its just heartbreak
why oh why do i
feel so much, but not cry
and keep it bottled up, sanity at stake
why oh why are you
always so confused
and ur heart always aches
why oh why do we
find, at times, it hard to breathe
and hiss just like a snake
i guess i just cant
take it no more
i just want to,
want to settle the score
we've been harmed
we've been scorned
we've been charmed
we have mourned
enough to get along
with this meaningless life
this aint no song
this is my strife:
i was just a little boy
a once upon a time
who's father was diagnosed,
cancer bein the crime
nothing much changed
just the look in their eyes
little did i know
he'd be dead when i was nine
i had to grow up
just a little too fast
and i would answer
when i was asked
"how can you deal with all this?
do u see my concern?"
"he took care of me" i said
"now it is my turn"
when he died i
just shut evryone out
my grandpa's funeral
forced it all out
i've been hurt
i've been burned
i've been worked
i have learned
enough to get along
with this meaningless land
this ain't no story
none of this is planned
luckily for me
i had family and friends
they kept me kind of sane
they helped me make amends
with all of the confusion
and all of the pain
and with time
i will again be sane
i've been tough
i've been changed
i've been rough
my life rearranged
Ohhh this poem touched me, I can relate to this poem.. Parts of this poem has really described the feelings of my heart in these bitter, depressing days! Like this part for example: why oh why do we
believe in such fantasy
when we kno that its just heartbreak
why oh why do i
feel so much, but not cry
and keep it bottled up, sanity at stake
why oh why are you
always so confused
and ur heart always aches
why oh why do we
find, at times, it hard to breathe
and hiss just like a snake
i guess i just cant
take it no more
i just want to,
want to settle the score
we've been harmed
we've been scorned
we've been charmed
we have mourned
Thankyou Inskeeper, for sharing this poem. Keep up the good work.
Thanks. This is just something I wrote at like 2 or 3 in the morning, although now it kind of fits in my life. I have been writing more lately, but with the stress in my life, there's been sort of a roadblock in my head.