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Michael Alexander Poem
Yes it hurt a little an it hurt a lot
Standing their on the cold wet street
Along waiting for my mom to come and rescue me.
I was searching for my own way
Never knowing who I might would find
Just trying to be a ghost invisible
But their you were you seen me
I wasn't a ghost after all
By the lockers you would wait for me
You were the bully and I hit the walls
In the mornings from 8 to 3 you get to be who you wanna be
Unless you don't fit in or your different like me
Theirs a small town in Alabama one red light to small and hard to breathe
Looking around in my own hell unfortunately Arley was home for me
Copyright © Michael Alexander | Year Posted 2016
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Michael Alexander Poem
How was you feeling what was going through in your mind
Stepping onto that porch seeing those stars did you think what a beautiful night
I don't pretend to know what you felt that time
To scared to walk away yea I know life ls hard sometimes
An I don't pretend to know as you sat on that swing, did you feel alone incapable to feel a thing
And as that shot went off the whole world knew,As I sat there in my living room
I began to cry because of what this disease had put you thru.
No one really knows no one can understand till the step in the lives who suffer and just hold their hand,
It's a disease that can cripple even the strongest man, it can creep in take a hold
It can burry you
I face it every day yes I've walked in your shoes
If someone reached out and you reached within, would you have stayed inside went to bed just to see the sunrise again.
People judge us you don't need those pills nothing is wrong with you depression it's not real.
Taken your own life and not really knowing why. I've been their more than a few times GOD only knows how I survived
Your no longer with us but your life lives on with the songs you sang.
You battled your own live in the public eye
Being honest with yourself an those who you called fans.
A voice A message now a angel with 10,000 wings. you inspired me to write about this crippling disease
Copyright © Michael Alexander | Year Posted 2016
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Michael Alexander Poem
How was you feeling what was going through in your mind
Stepping onto that porch seeing those stars did you think what a beautiful night
I don't pretend to know what you felt that time
To scared to walk away yea I know life ls hard sometimes
An I don't pretend to know as you sat on that swing, did you feel alone incapable to feel a thing
And as that shot went off the whole world knew,As I sat there in my living room
I began to cry because of what this disease had put you thru.
No one really knows no one can understand till the step in the lives who suffer and just hold their hand,
It's a disease that can cripple even the strongest man, it can creep in take a hold
It can burry you
I face it every day yes I've walked in your shoes
If someone reached out and you reached within, would you have stayed inside went to bed just to see the sunrise again.
People judge us you don't need those pills nothing is wrong with you depression it's not real.
Taken your own life and not really knowing why. I've been their more than a few times GOD only knows how I survived
Your no longer with us but your life lives on with the songs you sang.
You battled your own live in the public eye
Being honest with yourself an those who you called fans.
A voice A message now a angel with 10,000 wings. you inspired me to write about this crippling disease
Copyright © Michael Alexander | Year Posted 2016
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Michael Alexander Poem
If I asked you to walk with me How many steps would you take
Would you stop and wonder is this all a mistake
If I asked you to walk with me Would you stay by my side
Or would you abandon me in my darkest time
If I asked you to walk with me Would you weather the storm
Or would you tell me you can't handle the burden you want me no more
If I asked you to walk with me How far would you go
Knowing my heart was heavy would you help carry my load
What if I reached out for your hand would you turn and walk away
How would you feel if you knew I was alone and afraid
If you send me walking by myself would you ask me why
Or would you leave me knowing to yours filled my eyes
I have started walking I know my journey will be long
But I have to know will you be there in the end when I find my way home
Copyright © Michael Alexander | Year Posted 2016
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Michael Alexander Poem
Have you ever felt a broken heart
The pain so real tears you apart
Takes your world flips it upside down
Can't move felling tied up and bound
With tears so heavy in your eyes
Your body in distress aching buried alive
Like a pack of wolves feeding
All that's left is a wound that's bleeding
Love is true in it's purest form
Just as we on the day we're born
Its easier to believe any lie
Than have the one you love say goodbye
Has your heart been broke before
Did it leave you stripped naked on the floor
Was you tired, sad, lonely and depressed
Did your heart feel ripped outta your chest
Was the first cut you felt so deep
Wanting to be left alone just to sleep
Laying in a dark room with no light
Hoping to make it through the night
Praying to get that one call
Someone to catch you as you fall
We've all been their in that dark basement
A broken heart like cracked pavement
Copyright © Michael Alexander | Year Posted 2016
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