I sit alone in my empty room
looking at the remnants of what should be my life
I wonder what the hell happened
Where did it all go wrong
I've cried myself out
Now all i feel is numb
Every once in a while a shrp stab of pain comes
For the most part i'm numb
I know i should get up
I know i should pick up the pieces of me
I know i should move on
I don't want too
I want to lie here in my misery
I want to remain in my numbness
I don't want to move on again
I want to fade
Fade away into nothingness
Fade away from all the memories
I don't want to think
I don't want to do
I give up
now i wonder what does that make me?

It obviously made you a poet.

I'm thinking it makes me pretty damn pathetic and slightly whiny......LOL

Well, if you're pathetic and whiny at least you do it poetically.

That winey is pretty good though...
Ice...

Oh by the way, your poem deeply resonated with my own personal situation in life.

IT MAKES YOU HUMAN

recovering

((( Ice )))

It makes you beautiful and strong, loving kind and considerate,, A friend, sister and human,,, Hugs to you

It makes you human, falable, imperfect.... like the rest of us. It makes you part of "our" family. We welcome you and applaud your arrival

Well sis do what you must, however we still know where home is don't we? Its where the heart is, and thats where you will end up. HHHhhmmm didn't someone tell me that more than once?




G

It makes you human.

very nice