Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

August 14, 2007

Leaving

by Jacquelynn

with a quaking heart and trembling hands

i considered my choices in my head

looking out across barren land

i realized that id rather be dead

than let you do what you want to me

than let you crumble my pride away

i try to find meaning in this insanity

im trying to survive another day

you have latched on like a tremendous fear

you cannot treat me like a broken dog

ive closed my eyes, i will not hear

you say that im trapped in your fog

you cannot hold me anymore

actin like youre the only one that will care

im walkin out your horrid door

and im not sorry, depression, to leave you there

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