I Feel Sad and Blue (poem 1 of 3)
I Feel Sad and Blue
I Feel Like, Why Am I Even Here Anymore?
I Feel There Is No More Hope . . . Anymore! No . . . Not No More!
I Feel Because There Was Way Too Much Said and Done
And, I Held It All In . . . For So Long . . . And, It All Was No Fun!
Now, It All Just Flows From Within and I Feel . . . I Am Looking From The Outside In.
I Feel Like . . . He Never Ever Really Wanted Me and Still Doesn't Really Love Me.
I Feel Like . . . All I Was Was Just Someone To Use and Abuse
And Now, I Have, Become, Somewhat . . . Just Like Him . . .
But, I Feel So Ashamed Of Myself Of How I Have Become . . .
And Now, I Feel, The Time Is Near Or Has Come, To Make A Choice . . .
Will It Be Him Or Me To Say Good Bye, With Some Kind Of Quivering Or Silent Voice?
I Feel So Sad On One Hand . . . Because I Still Held Out . . . With Hope And Faith . . .
And That By Some Kind Of Miracle Or Blessing . . . That We Would Have Had A Better Fate!
But, On The Other Hand . . . I Wonder . . . How Much More Could I Take?
Created By: Julie (Jewels) M. Agor—McIlvaine 11-27-04
And, If He Did Really Love Me . . . I Guess I Never Really Knew.
And, It's Sad Because . . . I Thought This Time . . . It Was Going To Be . . . My Fairytale Come True . . . .
You Say You Love Me, So Why? (poem 2 of 3)
You say you love me, so why?
So why, do you hurt me so,
with such hurtful blows?
You say you love me, so why?
So why, do you say, I'm so terribly bad,
It makes me feel so terribly sad!
You say you love me, so why?
So why do you say, I was a Blessing from up above,
Yet, you make me feel so down and low and hurt me so?
You say you love me, so why?
So why do you treat the world so much better then me,
now all I feel is, I want to be free!
You say you love me, so why?
So why, you know that saying, “Sticks and Stones
May Break My Bones, But, Words Will Never Hurt Me.”
But, I Do Know, Words Do Hurt Me!
Actually, They Hurt Worse!
Invisible Pains and Scars (poem 3 of 3)
I feel so sad and all alone and now I act out so bad,
because I am so mad and sighing with some quite groans.
I feel like, Why am I even Here?
I have so many fears and I want to go back to drinking my beers?
I feel so much like I want to scream and cry, but,
my eyes have tears that are dry and again I feel scared and shy?
I feel so used and abused, and yet with all that is wrong,
it is still me to be accused, and I am so very confused?
I feel I want to run, cuz all this is no fun, the pain is so deep,
I feel like I wish I could sleep and not feel no pain for at least one week?
I feel so drained and so very tired of all this,
it all hurts way down to the bone, and I felt, all I could do was write this
poem?
I feel like, does anyone have a clue, of what I and others are going through
I feel like cuz there are no outer scars that, no one really knows,
But, that it all still hurts all the way through and makes me/us feel sad
and blue!
Invisible Pains and Scars—From Childhood to Adulthood—All Hurts!
Hurts Everyone Involved!
Julie (Jewels) M. Agor—McIlvaine