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Jazzmynne Coley Poem
feeling nothing but emotional drain
just can't stand the pain
can't take the guilt the lies
the stress you caused in my life
the hurt the depression you brought with you...
the happiness that i loved that you brought to...
and now you confuse me...
and i don't know what to do...
i'm sorry for the damages i've caused
they hatred and the pain i've bought
i just wanted to help thats all
and i was just shot down...
i should've just kept my mouth shut
couldn't just shut up
wishing things were different
but they're not so we'll just sit tight and deal
coz thats all we can...but we wanna help you here
Copyright © Jazzmynne Coley | Year Posted 2010
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Jazzmynne Coley Poem
Have you ever felt so empty, so shell-like, that you can no longer feel love nor pain.
Weakness nor strength.
Happiness nor saddness.
Up nor down.
The wind in your hair, the sand on your toes.
The cold water on your face, that surrounds you as you slowly try to end it all.
But something stops you.
Something strong.
Once again you can feel it all.
As it rushes through your blood you collapse.
You are human.
Copyright © Jazzmynne Coley | Year Posted 2010
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Jazzmynne Coley Poem
in my head, you control my thoughts
your lyrics are my words
your beat makes me hurt
concerned, i've been burned
trying to escape, escape my fate
it's too late
taken by the way you make me feel
this can't be real
an emotional drill, finding thrills
the music is my spill
the space it fills, where his face used to be
so hard to see, what the music has done to me
so ashamed of the way i am, i choose to be
this music will be the end of me.
Copyright © Jazzmynne Coley | Year Posted 2010
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Jazzmynne Coley Poem
I cry, sitting at the top of this hill.
I try, to figure out what is wrong with this world, with me.
Why is there so much pain and hurt?
Why must we live in such a terrible place?
I walk away from you, from the way i feel.
You say you don't want to lose me, but i think i'm losing myself.
I just want to scream, yell and not dwell on whats right or wrong.
I want to be free, but what is freedom?
Death?
To float on air with no problems, with noone?
That would be easy
To sleep in fire, is my dream.
Copyright © Jazzmynne Coley | Year Posted 2010
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