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Karah Sullivan Poem
What is this numbness?
A bundle of feelings I have to deny
Destruction of a life
A life lived high
Emotions so strong,
A wall so thick
I can't do anything
So I guess I'm sick
I try to fight
I fight to try
Battling myself
I can't lie
A broken heart
A missing SOUL
A pretty face
But I will never be whole
What is inside this house of mine
Boarded windows
Where the sun don't shine
What can I do?
How can I be free?
What will it take to heal me?
Copyright © Karah Sullivan | Year Posted 2015
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Karah Sullivan Poem
I can't breath
I know it's time
Say goodbye
I stare at the ground
It's time to go home
I don't want to
I want to be with you
I want to stare into your eyes
I want to feel your lips
Pressing against mine
Your tongue as it licks
My heart
Your arms as they hold my
SOUL
I know you'll say goodbye
Making it easier to let go
I miss you when I'm with you
Just to stare upon your face
To see your eyes light up
A room
You bring hope into my world
Of Darkness
I can't breathe
I want you here always
But I know you can't
You lean in
And kiss me
Your lips pressed against mine for the last time
Take care of yourself
And with that your gone
A memory I'll never forget
A love that will never die
I turn and walk down the subway
A tunnel through my hell
Without you
I return to my cell
Copyright © Karah Sullivan | Year Posted 2015
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Karah Sullivan Poem
I’m sitting in a room.
I’m not sure if the world had changed
Have I changed?
I live my life making other people cum.
I spend my energy giving hope to the hopeless.
A lot of these guy have is all
The American Dream
A wife, Children, House, and a nice car.
What is missing?
Why is human nature to be comforted?
Rather than to comfort.
Is it nature?
Have we all been hurt so deep that we’ve drowned?
We’re floating in a world
Looking for a raft
Looking for the boat to happiness
Does it exist?
I, really don’t know
I have glimmers
My eyes light up
My heart pumps with excitement
Only to fall deeper into a state of despair
I wake up every morning saying today is different
But it’s the same
I’m ok with it
This is my path
This is how I have survived
I find people bubbling with happiness
Is it REAL?
Is it their husband needing service
Is it just the lies we tell ourselves to survive?
These men will show pictures of their families
There so proud
And spend family money
And cum all over a stranger
Is this happiness?
Is it control?
Are we not having the types of relationships
To make us feel love
Why do they come here?
What are we missing?
Copyright © Karah Sullivan | Year Posted 2015
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