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Susie Logan Poem
Your merciful punches from which there is no escape,
Your horrid jibes I just have to sit and take.
Your constant bullying into things I don't want to do,
Your relentless harrasment,
I don't want to ever be like you!
Your evil games, I don't want to play,
Your promise of torture if I ever dared to say.
Shallow and selfish, tortured and unloved.
I'm just your little plaything, something you have control off.
But no more will I take the punches or soak up all your words.
No more will I put up with your harrasment or your secrets keep.
I am no longer your plaything!
I am now taking my life back!
Copyright © Susie Logan | Year Posted 2012
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Susie Logan Poem
What it must be like inside your head,
To come to a decision that you are better off dead.
To think that there's nowhere life to turn,
A peaceful life is all that you yearn.
Convinced that talking to family and friends,
Will only make matters worse in the end.
They don't need to hear your problems,
You think they've got their own.
But if only you had known.
They are there with you through thick and thin
Family since your life did begin.
They have picked you up when you have fell,
So give them the chance now and your problems do tell.
There is much more to life than just this way,
So please convince your head that you want to live another day.
copyright(c) Susan Logan 2012.
Copyright © Susie Logan | Year Posted 2012
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Susie Logan Poem
To have and to have lost is the ultimate pain,
Knowing that your life will never be the same again.
That one little missing piece of your jigsaw called life,
Questions as to what you did to deserve this strife.
Another angel for heaven above
Empty arms but still the love.
Never far from your mind
If only life wasn’t so unkind.
Little angel I love you so
Fresh in my thoughts wherever I go.
xoxo
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Susie Logan Poem
If I said I was lonely, suicidal, depressed,
Would you come to visit me
Would you sit with me while I cry
Or would you just ignore me
Then stand by my graveside asking why?
If I called out for help in the middle of the night
Would you answer my call
Would you persuade me not to give up the fight
Or would you put your phone on silent
And cry when it's just too late?
I've battled my mind all my life,
Behind the fake smile, the hilarious laugh.
I've been the life and soul of the party
While battling thoughts that I want to die.
Wondering if it's really worth another try.
Yet try is what I shall continue to do,
I must continue to battle through every day
Because I never want those I love
To be standing by my graveside
Wondering why?
2019 Susan Logan
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