Stuck
As I sit here and think about what I’ve done
I can’t help but think, man that was dumb!
The fun is now over the pain’s back again
It hurts so much I just wish it would end.
I cry every night, I wish this feeling would pass
I know it won’t go away it’s going to last and last.
I can’t get through it at least not alone
But where can I go? I feel like I don’t have a home.
I feel so alone but who really cares
I know not my family and everyone else out there.
Why should I worry about the things I can’t control?
When everyone out there has someone to hold.
I should be strong but I know I can’t cope
I worry too much and have a little less hope.
I know God loves me but sometimes I feel
That He’s not listening and He’s not near.
So I’ll end this poem with one thing to say
Don’t end up like me just get down and pray.
Copyright © Andria Breen | Year Posted 2009
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