Why

As I remain here where I lie,
I keep asking that I will quickly die.
 
I hate this stupid self-centered life,
where all people are filled with hate & strife.

As my mom feels so wonderful from popping pills, 
I'm stuck here with the worst gut-wrenching feeling that kills.

I'm sick of my life being filled with tears, cutting, & sadness.
Why can't we just end all the madness?

Why can't people have a life where no tears are seen, only laughs, smiles, & happiness.
And no one could intervene?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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April 8, 2016 at 2:15 AM
Halee, you've expressed yourself well, I enjoyed your poem. ~LINDA~
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July 4, 2015 at 12:40 AM
Halee, stumbled across this poem. Thanks for sharing. Have yourself a safe and Happy 4th of July.... Love SKAT
Gray Avatar
July 17, 2011 at 8:18 PM
Hey this is Kellum. I know whats its like to lose some so dear to you the feeling sucks but we have push through this hard thing called life. Not saying its going to be easy but we make it together alright
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January 7, 2011 at 7:10 AM
Life is a journey of ups and downs, twist and turns, you must find your own path, and at the end you will find beauty, you have a gift for writing, welcome to the soup and I look forward to more of your poetry ~~
Austin Avatar
January 4, 2011 at 10:38 AM
Hi, Halee. James P. told me to look you up, and if Sir James takes an interest, then I take an interest. As to your poem -I've been there. Done that. Good thing though...it gets better and even good. Hang in there, Halee. Love, Dave- and welcome to the soup where us folks do care.
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January 4, 2011 at 2:33 AM
Ahhh, true (sighns) of a poet here ! Much love, james
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January 3, 2011 at 1:22 PM
well well, it is a poser that you put here Halee, yet every split second people are dying,and the devil always complains that this is not paradise, anyway i don't know but i do know Jesus.
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