Strain Poem by Melynda Smith

Dedicated to all of my so-called friends here in winnipeg

~I can't take this anymore. The pain in my heart, emotions, and my mind.
I'm under to much strain.~

-People think they understand me,
but they don't and never will.
This blue handled knife is my new friend,
My new enemy, rival, love, peace, everything.
I may seem happy all the time,
When i'm really sad and under so much,
So much Strain.
Everyone thinks and expects,
that because i'm happy on the outside,
i'd be happy on the inside too.
But, oh no, no, no that just ain't right.
This life hurts, yes it does,
But i live for my sisters, and my true best friend,
The only one left anyway.
All this strain has finally cracked this shell.

Chorus-

Strain is all i've ever lived with,
Even as i slowly die inside,
Strain is killing from the inside out.
Help Me Pease!
I need someone to hold me,
Help Me PLEASE!
I'm Dieing and no one,
No ONE can see it!
Why can no one see the pain,
The pain in my eyes? !

-Why does this strain have to kill me?
I have bandages that no one can see,
Even in full sight...
Why is it me who feels like i'm sufferin'?

~I broke three promises.
A promise, the same for three different people.
'I promise not to cut, ever in my life no matter what.'~

-Strain is never good,
Not good for one so sensitive.

Chorus-

Strain is all i've ever lived with,
Even as I slowly die inside.
Strain is killing me from the inside out.
HELP Me PLEASE!
I need someone to hold me.
HELP ME PLEASE! !
I'm dieing and no one can see it!
Why can no one see the pain shining in my eyes? ! ? !

-I can't take this anymore.
I need release from this torture.

-Goodbye to pain in my life.
Hello to bliss in the afterlife.
Strain kills,
And i'm dying slowly.
Slowly,

-Slowly.