Written December 5, 2005 at 5:29pm
Why do I hurt?
Why do I cry?
Why does the pain make me want to die?
We fuss and fight,
Argue and cuss.
But, we get nowhere and lose each other's trust.
Arguing with you takes everything out of me.
Afterwards, I ponder and think, why can't we just be?
Like the people on TV? Like Alicia says
Life would be a dream and no need for prayers.
I ask God every night to lead and guide me
Because I don't know where we'll end up.
Or where we'll be.
Years from now.
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Survivor's Remorse
PoetrySurvivor's Remorse is a personal collection of poetry, songs, lyrics, prose, and more that ranges from the early 2000s through 2023 when I finally decided to start a new poetry book! Thank you immensely to anyone who has taken time to read this book...
