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Oct 2010
i dont know how much more i cant take
im sick of the hate;i sick of all the rejection
sometimes i think;
why i am i still here
why i am i still living
why do i try to live up to their expectations
why should i care when there is no point
they just raise them higher and higher i just want to be free
but when i try to fly, im shot down left bleeding and dying
my heart bleeds the  not by physical wound but emotional one
i put up the walls   and runaway
i let my walls down and they break them apart
Written by
iris gurganus
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