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[aid] => mick
[title] => Broken Heart
[time] => 2004-03-24 09:41:37
[hometext] => This poem is a dedication to someone very special and i would love to hear any comments about it, they would be greatly appreciated, hope someone likes it.
[bodytext] => As I look at you, so beautiful and free So graceful, yet unhappy, how can that be Kindness and compassion for a world so cold Hiding in despair, with no-one to hold Your father unknown, yet loved so much Why did you leave me, never keep in touch To see your sweet face, would mean the world to me Set the shadows my mind has, eternally free But alas I am lost, with despair as my friend Won’t be much longer, I feel near the end I love you mum, we were once so close My best friend you were, you loved me the most I watch destruction take hold, with demons of mind Destroyed in the flames, of your horrible time Please let me help you, your pain is so vast Quick, grasp my hand, before fate has been cast Self-destruction from drugs and violent men Depression sets in and I've lost you again Mum, please I love you, why can't you see Open your eyes, feel for me Your love trapped behind an unbreakable wall Glass one at that, the most painful of all My sister I love you, seeing your pain Self-destruction takes place, God no, not again Pain so intense, I can't take any more Maybe I'll end it, just lie on the floor Images of peace conjured up with a knife Soon pain will be gone, I'll take my own life Still hanging on, with a thread of hope Hoping no-one ties yet, my life ending rope Uncle, you understand my pain Please help me to heal, take it away Come with me child, I shall show you a sight Up to the mountains, so beautiful tonight Feeling my uncle's warm stare Starts to warm my broken heart, for at last, someone cares Into the car, we look around, I hear then, a soul destroying sound Looking into your eyes, I see the devil once more Come here you say, "Nasty little whor*" Why is he following me, my best friend again I freeze up, I cannot be hurt, I scream not again Please don't, I beg with tears in my eyes, pleading to stop, but get no replies Uncle I was so innocent, young and loving, you took that from me Destroyed my soul, you killed me Corrupted my mind, please God why, I cry and cry and die inside Drifting through life with a numbness of pain Friends soon I find, understanding, in a way Now I find out, they were using me Everyone's ***** Friends comfort, sadistic comfort, showing the way To the end of my life, gone too far astray Take me from this world, my innocence destroyed Sweet eyes of love, replaced with black voids Finding comfort in despair and unhappiness Don't worry about me, I am okay, you don't really give a ***** anyway I am unlovable and pathetic, with no self esteem Why do I need any, I'll never be seen For the beautiful girl who once was Now seen through those eyes as an object of lust Hurting feels good, so beautiful and free Bloodied cuts like rivers, calling out to me I hurt myself to take it away, but the pain never leaves, always stays ***** I'll end it, I'm gone anyway . . . I meet someone then who, gently, takes my hand Helps me to heal, to understand Restored to me my love Taking so long, healing immense, I get through We both do . . . I will go on, the world will not stop me I feel happy and alive now But underneath lies a box Key thrown away Never to be found Some things are better left unopened . . . [comments] => 5 [counter] => 228 [topic] => 32 [informant] => silent [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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