Unhealthy Relations Poem by Jemima Rivas

You are the pain and my sorrow yet the reason I face tomorrow. Let me live till tomorrow, let me live while I'm dead..... Nothing belongs to me...Not even my life..... those lines speak volume you to me.... it reminds me of what someone told me once upon a time: In life we are meant to live, love and suffer.... I hope you overcome your 'unhealthy relations' so that you can and endure & enjoy a lifetime of happiness.

Me Alone, in this cold, cold world You don't want me to be happy, don't want me to succeed. Just want to use my skills, use my body use my, everything. You are my ghostly possession conforming me to your will. Want to crush my make me bleed I'm a prune in your fruit juice I'm nothing for myself. Everybody's around me growing And you cut me when I grow? ? - - - - - Me alone in this cold, cold world Just trying to keep from dying And nothing seems to work. Have me trapped in this box where I'm nothing for myself Where nothing seems to work Just, banging on some walls Your play toy Your pet Your machine I'm alone in this box Feeling to give up Yes, me alone in this cold, cold world I'm try-na keep from dying You. Have. Me. Trapped. Inside of here LET ME OUT Let me be Don't take off after me. Drop the rules Drop the games I don't want to play these games. You want me -die But I want to stay alive. Torture on the guillotine Sleeping on a bed full of nails Smashing my face on glass windows yet putting napkins on my wounds? Is it because I talk too much? Do I play too much? Do you think I pray enough? You, are the fire in my hands, burning me up You! Are the fire that I'm holding the one that's burning me up. Leaving my hands blistered, they are bleeding and I would never let you go You make me cry so my heart is bleeding You are the one regret that I'm living You are the knife on my lifeline and you hug me while I sleep. You are the pain and my sorrow yet the reason I face tomorrow. You are the reason my heart is aching and you never see the pain I'm facing. You are the rope swinging in my head, you only want me dead. Yet I will trust you forever I would bless you forever And when everything feels like I it's crashing down on me I would ask you but one favour And it's: Let me live till tomorrow, let me live while I'm dead. For the first time in my life I felt unhealthy after going through a poem. I praise your poetic strength and patience to complete the poem. However you have succeeded in transferring the personal pain cent per cent through these lines. Still it is a nice poem. Thanks for sharing it.10 for it.

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You are the pain and my sorrow yet the reason I face tomorrow. You are the reason my heart is aching and you never see the pain I'm facing. You are the rope swinging in my head, you only want me dead. this is the cry of a bleeding heart.well written. sooo expressive of the inner turmoil in symbolic ways.... using great images..... love this poem dear poet. thank you. tony