*Another poem I just wrote. It's quite raw, so any suggested improvements are welcome. I'll edit it some other time, once I've got a good night's rest.
You say it's for the best
This torture you impose
You mean to help me
Allow me to grow
And become independant of others
But I am tired
Exhausted
Sad
Losing hope
In this method you suggest
I am stuck
Emotionally
Physically
Mentally
You think you are helping me
Helping us
All of us
But how many of us die
Give up
Fade away
Or have broken dreams
Because we could not withstand your 'help'
Maybe that makes us weak
Makes me weak
For breaking
But I think we are strong
For having made it this far
For continuing day after day
The same routine
Nothing left to lose
The impossible the only thing to gain
You help me- us
Help us
But you torture us
Suffocate us
Drain away our life
You give us the world
But really, truly
You break our limbs
Then ask us to run
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Moving On: Vol. #5
PoetryThis is just another collection of poems I've written. My other volumes include Want: Vol. #1, Too Late: Vol. #2, A Little Bit of Hope: Vol. #3 and Stronger: Vol. #4. This book, like the previous ones, will have 25 parts, then I'll start a sixth vol...
