Theresa Short

I Hate The Blues - Poem by Theresa Short

This day is too long,
It's a never ending song,
Repeating feelings over and over again,
Wishing to hurt people before love is to send,
Oh how crucial everything has become,
Might as well become a nun,
No pain just God,
In every part of my soul,
Forever more,
Wanting to grab a knife and slice my wrist,
To make a very red mist,
Oh how horrible it is to be thinking this way,
But its the theme for today,
Maybe for more days too,
Oh I hate the blues.
Someone please help me.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 18, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 19, 2013

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