why do i do this to myself
i lay here in self pity
hoping someone will understand
what i am going through
praying that you will come to me
and tell me ill befine
but it has to be you
no one makes me feel safe
like you do
they cant help me
my so called friends
your not here
so i will stay
and be alone
i will cry myself to sleep
hoping the drugs will
take your place
when im gone
i hope you change
so no one has to go through
what i did, with you
to take away the pain
i will do anything
my brain is hurting
and so is my heart
my eyes want to let it all go
but i wont let that happen
i know they are all care
but im doin nothin wrong
my only drug is my pain
and this i cant stop
it has me consumed
i cant see myself anymore
dont blame me for my actions
i cant stop this hunger
to hurt you and me
i am now different
i am reckless and care-free
i used to love everything
and now its turned to hate
please help me i cant ask
but if you pay attention
you will see it in my eyes
i need your love and friendship
i need you here with me
i cant go back to the way i was
because ive gone too far
my world has now changed
its now dark and scary
save me from myself
save me from my pain
Samantha Marie Rice
2-9-04

i liked it samantha

I read this...whatever?
You should consider downing a bottle of wild turkey and a couple of
Buds.
Then pull some guy off a barstool take him outback and work him over.
If this does,nt make you feel better, it won,t make you feel worst.

Ontario

I liked this alot!
Poetry is a great way to release emotion.
It sure is cheaper than therapy!
Actually when poets share their
words with each other and the world
it becomes like group therapy.
I like dark poems.
The raw emotion laid out
in what you wrote was awesome!
It is writers like you that inspire me.
Jim

I love it....this poet is so prolific. like a blog, a diary, very
therapeutic....The actual poem reminds me of a jewish mother in the
makin, heapin on the guilt. (WHHHHHHHHY WONT YOU LOOOOOOOVE ME?????
HOWWWWW COULD YOU DOOOOOOO THIS TO MEEEEEEE? AFTER I AM GONE YOU WILL BE
SOOOOOOOOO SORRY THAT YOU DIDN'T GIVE ME THE TIME OF DAY.)


I wold say ot the girl in the poem:
Dear Lord. Send her a girlfriend.
Men can be like Yo Yos. Ya just can't expect them to sit in your hand
and have a good time.....uh yeah. They need to have that back and forth
thing and I am NOT talking sex.

one thousand four hundred seventy six days ago.

was this the first poem posted?