Greeting Card Maker | Poem Art Generator

Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.

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The Consoler
So now what? What do I do now? I feel… empty. Like… like something disgusting crawled inside me And ate all my insides. …Ate my soul. Ugh, I feel horrible! I know, I know… people are tired of me. Tired of how I complain, Or rather… the lack of my complaining. I sit and think all the time. Staring off into space. It’s just… I feel safe there. Safe in my mind… But I’m not safe. I’m far from it! I’m stuck in a world of depression… And no one cares. They just want me to get over it! But I can’t! I hate it! I hate how they look at me, Like I’m crazy or something! It hurts… it hurts so much. They don’t understand… All I want… is to be held. For someone, Anyone, To hold me in their arms… just for a moment. To tell me it’s okay and that they’ll be there. But no one does. It hurts because… Because I’m the consoler, never the consoled. I go to others to help them, But no one comes to help me. I feel… trapped. Trapped between wanting to cry and scream, And wanting to smile and be done with it. But… what can be done? Life goes on and I must continue my work – to console. This is the price I have to pay. Everyone comes to me with their burdens and lays them on me, But they don’t see that they are drowning me. Oh well… I will continue with this task that I have been given, And I will continue to carry others burdens – Until the day I mentally can take no more or until… I die.
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