Not a Breath

What would i rather feel, to be cold, to be numb-to be dead?
the sunshine isnt warm any longer; it just burns my skin.
my lips mock a painted smile that my eyes dont return,
im slipping, sleeping, fading from this world.
the sounds that leap past my teeth are silenceing my cry,
i wonder what are the reasons that i so badly want to die,
it doesnt have a thing to do with my dissapearing friends,
or my boyfriend and his jealousy, and absolute stubborness.
theres something dead inside of me, and its growing by the day,
its pushing freezing water out, to try and smother me.
What would i rather feel, to be cold, to be numb, to be dead;
when this pain hurts so much, that i cant even take a breath.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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December 21, 2010 at 5:28 PM
Hi Princess.There is so much pain here.I can't help but feel for you.Yet even through your hurt I see the work of a good poet.Admittedly you're opening your heart,yet you write so beautifully.You are tasting life,the bitter and the sweet, and pain hurts.But you are alive.You feel.Better that than for the heart to close.And that can't happen for you have the beautiful soul of a poet and need to write for yourself and others.I love this.It's a favourite.Thanks for reading me.Love June(Sylvia)
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November 17, 2010 at 1:19 PM
Oh those annoyingly intrusive growing pains! You seem to be travelling over some rough terrain. Keep Faith Princess!! Things will gradually fall into their place. Be happy, and strong! Best wishes to you and yours..God's blessings to you all!! Mikki
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