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Dillon Swihart Poem
Who do you tuen to,
When theres no one left,
No one who can help you,
Get rid of your emotional heft.
How do you know when you've had enough,
When things get a little to bad,
And a little to tough.
Then do you give in,
Then do you give up,
Then to you cry out for someone to listen.
Then do you act out,
Resorting to drastic things,
Yet you don't know what your doings mean.
It's only a desperate plea,
A plea for help,
When no one else can see.
Copyright © Dillon Swihart | Year Posted 2006
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Dillon Swihart Poem
How was i so gullible,
To have common sense i was unable.
But this was my fault,
My spirit crushed as a result.
What was i to do,
Her charm so fresh and so new.
She said she was the one,
To protect me from wjat i might have done.
All of that is gone,
What she did was false and wrong.
She claimed ro be of light and hope,
To believe her i wa a dope.
What she did was extremely bad,
She left me feeling betrayed and sad.
I can repair the feelings she wrought,
Yet something better was all i sought.
Copyright © Dillon Swihart | Year Posted 2006
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Dillon Swihart Poem
It sucks having immobile arms,
Arms and legs filled with blood,
Slightest touch sets off painful alarms,
Pain rushing over me in a flood.
Saddened by my immobility,
I usually get it out through writing,
Disturbed by my inability,
It helps with the pain I'm fighting.
Sadness wells up in my eyes,
Taking so many pills,
Stricken with this thing which i despise,
Just for the pain that it kills.
I never chose to be this way,
It just makes me feels so strange,
No cure for this disease i learned to my dismay,
Yet there's no way i can change.
Sometimes i wonder how i survive,
I had a plane to continue,
To go on i must contrive,
But some how it ended up askew.
Copyright © Dillon Swihart | Year Posted 2006
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