Lost

Sometimes all I want to do is write, to let my pain hit paper.

Sometimes all I want to do is cry, and let my tears flood over.

There’s so much hurt and fear inside, jut once I wish I could live, as I have tried.

No more pain,

No more fear, and no more lonely words.

My eyes fill with tears, as I put on this face.

I know it’s sad, and bad.

But I lie; I still cheat, even though I know it’s wrong.

All I get is confusion, surrounded by noise, suffering illusion’s

Sometimes I feel I’ll never be found, destined to stay in this deep dark cloud.

I ask, “Why am I here?”

No one loves me, no one needs me, so who on Earth would miss me.

Takes time to heal all wounds they say.

This pain I know won’t go away.

My heart cries out, my soul aches.

And I shout “WHY ME?”

I feel disgusting, I feel a freak.

My minds a mess, my body so weak.

I wish so much it would go away.

I wish that I could heal one day.

Dawn Chapman May 2001

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4 thoughts on “Lost

  1. I like ‘pain hit paper’ as an expression and in general I get the feeling of angst, almost a ‘teenage’ angst and see the work as a cathartic step maybe.

  2. Thanks for the comments on this and my short script.

    I’m glad you liked that expression, it is one of my fav ones.

    Speak soon.

    Dawn

  3. I really liked the line:

    “My eyes fill with tears, as I put on this face.”

    I agree with Robbe on catharsis as well, definitely a strong feeling that comes out of it.

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