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E.M McCarry Poems
Some people when they're hurting, scream it way out loud, some get help and let it out honestly, I don't know how.
A smile can hold so many lies A frown can lead you so far away A blank expression gives the impression
An empty page full of possibilities A full pen posed to
Forever is a long time and I'm going nowhere fast. The river's speeding by me,
Forever hold a grudge Forever standing bitter Forever never forgetting Forever always giving
Tossed around like a ship in the sea helpless, weak bearing the weight of the waters
Flowering roses surround me it's scent wrapping me in it's deep embrace. Soon it will die when the sun hides
Many came there that night, upon loners way of creatures- of night and day
Don't Feel the Pain
You don't see the hurt, the anger I've been feeling. I just want to leave it on the curb, don't bring it to my home.
Every heart has a guest, and every guest has a card Every card has a way to be destroyed in time.
There is this lady, who slowly breaks me.
Only in Writing
Whenever I take a breath, I feel the heaviness inside. Maybe a deep breath lightens it a bit, but never leaves me free.
Yelling at You
People don't get it! We're making the same mistakes! But this time, we'll be lost and shattered, and there will be no respite!
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Some people when they're hurting,
scream it way out loud,
some get help and let it out
honestly, I don't know how.
Some people turn to the darkness
others go to the light
Which hides their pain away.
But me, I keep it all inside
and let it fill me up.
sometimes bubbling up and overflowing
while smiling through the pain
For I am afraid of jumping
high or low
Also afraid to trust
for those trust me,
but not me them.
And I am afraid of depending,
one to hold on to.
No one, not even myself knows
exactly who I am.