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.


  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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