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Amanda Andrews Poem
You what?
How could you?
Ouch the pain, the ache, it hurts so bad!
What is this I cannot breathe, my heart!
Help me, help me!
My heart I cannot move, the pain it is consuming me!
It feels as though I have been shot, shot in my heart!
How?
What did I...?
How can this be...?
Who are you to hurt me?
Ripped open, shattered, bleeding out, crying out hear me!
You drifted away, tore away, broke away!
I have been ripped open, cut from left to right!
You stole my love, a thief in the night!
I look at you now and I start to shake.
You ripped my open and tore my heart away!
A powerful demon, a monster that spreads pain!
You went in and you ripped my heart away!
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It starts out slow, just a few drops, drip…drip… and then it lets go, as if the flood
gates opened, it starts to flow.
Gushing now, nowhere to go, I am so exposed!
Abandoned out here all alone.
Am I dead? I feel so low, do you see me?
This can’t be so, don’t you see me?
I am standing in the rain soaked from head to toe.
Screaming out!
I see you there looking right through me!
Where should I go…home? Where is home? I am stranded here!
I look up in the night sky searching for a reason why!
I swear if you look hard enough you can see inside.
Drip…drip… It’s pouring now!
I am afraid!
Is this it?
Do I lay down now?
I see you, don’t you see me?
I am exposed this is me!
Raw as I can be!
Am I dead?
Or are you?
This rain you feel, these drops that are falling, it is my pain rushing down, down hitting
the ground!
Smashing into nothing!
Crashing into nothing!
Being felt by no one, I see you but you don’t see me.
The rain that is falling are my tears calling out to you, hear me please!
These drops that are falling are what aches inside of me.
This is the storm that you have created!
The thunder and lightning are the intervals that I breathe, in the way it sneaks in a
rumble and than a crash!
That is me; do you see me at last?
No I am not dead, this hurt I feel, these tears that are falling it is what’s inside of me.
I am not ashamed!
You have broken who I thought I was!
As I stand here alone and feel the tears stream down my face, I know now you don’t see me
but I am sure you feel the fall of the rain.
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Two feelings, two emotions, not knowing what to do?
Who to pick?
Say yes to one hurt the other, a game you can't win.
Go with your heart hope for happiness.
A choice to make.
What do I do?
How do I feel?
I have this choice it is too hard.
Both are funny, both make me laugh, make me smile and makes me feel
beautiful.
A choice I am torn between.
One love I lost scared to love again.
What do I do?
A choice?
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My fear turns into doubt, choking me endlessly!
It is a struggle to breathe something that builds up inside of me.
Leave me alone!
No!
Come back please stay!
Are they lies?
Are they true?
I need to know what is real or not!
Are you playing me like a game on Saturday night?
It seems easy for you to hurt me like I am a dart board in front of your face!
You throw something sharp at me and WAM!
It pierces right into my heart bulls’ eye, congratulations! 100 points for that.
Go ahead try again going for my soul this time!
Just crush who I am.
Its okay I won't cry.
Not for you, not this time!
Jab me, poke me, and call me names!
I don't care I'm not to blame!
You hate yourself I can see that now, it's not me I wouldn't cut you as deep as you cut me!
I ache and strain myself bending my mind around it every day.
I wake up; I am afraid to rollover and see your face!
In my dreams at night is where I am most happy.
I am not afraid with my eyes closed.
There in my dreams I am whatever, where ever, and with whoever I want!
If I could sleep the days away into the night I would be happy!
In my mind where some of my deepest and most private thoughts lurk, waiting for the right
Time to jump out and shout surprise!
A place where when I wake up and rub the sleep out of my eyes, I won't be afraid and I
Won’t hide.
A place where fear doesn't exist and the pain subsides, where fear lets go and I can
Breath again, where you cannot hurt me because I won't let you in.
My own sanctuary where I am happy and safe from harm.
This is my untitled life.
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When I leave this life I will find my place in heaven.
Where the angels will sing to me and make me feel peace.
Where the pain that I feel will disappear and that hole inside will be filled.
The feeling of emptiness will be closed.
Here in this journey called life.
Knowing all that is expected of me, having the hope that one day I will feel
relaxation.
When I leave this life I will find my place in heaven.
So do not cry for me when I am gone, just know that I am at peace.
Feel no sadness; celebrate my life, because I have found my place in heaven.
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When you get dealt a hand at life, you have two chances to trade a few cards in for
another try.
When you get dealt a junk hand you have the choice to fold, to give up, but what can you
do except deal.
Crazy things they happen and you shouldn't get scared if it doesn't play out the way you
want it to.
You deal, you do what you can and when it seems life cannot get any worse and you can't do
anymore you just deal.
It is the world and it is life it may suck at times but, what can you do besides just deal.
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Come with me to where I go. through the fields of wild flowers.
Come with me over the hill through the forest to the stream.
Come with me to fly with the birds.
Come with me to watch the horses run free.
Come with me to swim in the creek, hold my hand lets go come with me and
We’ll take a stroll.
Come with me to see the fish swim.
Come with me to lie in the grass to watch the clouds pass by and see the light
pass on into night, where we lay and count the stars.
Come with me to see the angels asleep on their beds made of clouds.
Come with me and play a game of hide and seek, sshh open your eyes,
Come with me let’s see heaven.
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A love, a feeling that is locked away for so long that you forgot it was there.
A love you thought you shouldn't be felt, a sheet of guilt to feel for someone else.
Sacred to let myself be happy, wondering if I deserve to be.
A love that was locked away and now I am free to find the key to unlock that love to let
it fly.
A love that I know you feel.
A love that happened from the start.
A love that sets us apart.
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Sometimes when things are so messed up.
You wonder how you will you go on.
Change is an unending process that is always cycling around from day to day.
Sometimes you don't even want to wake up in the morning, and yet you can't get to sleep at
night.
Your mind is spinning like a Ferris wheel that goes around and around and finally
stops at the top, and you are waiting for it to start going again.
I myself wonder what tomorrow will bring, constant wondering what I should do,
am I going to fall on my face today?
the pain of everyday life can become too much.
At times it feels like you have no more air left to take another breath of life.
Although we keep going though day to day we keep going. Blah...
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An addiction I know a failure to myself.
All that I was against has become a part of me.
I hate it I love it.
I try to give it up, painful and disgusting.
I hate how it tastes I hate how it smells, yet I get in a trance in its exhaling glow!
Staring at the cigarette as it burns away, thinking to myself I will quit one of these days!
Yeah I use it as an excuse and a sad one at that.
One more puff and I will never look back.
Yeah I will quit tomorrow, today’s my last day.
I'm sorry I can't help it I want this addiction to just blow away.
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