Truth Spills by Shan

The chaos, the fights
The hitting all those nights
The screams inside, the fighting to get by

The cutting, the bleeding
Constant fear of proceeding
The truth of what I'm reading

The tears, the cries
The talk of the promised goodbyes
The fear of living through all the lies

The patients, the waiting
The daily procrastinating
The thoughts of it all ending

The time goes to slow
The years go to fast
Thinking of how long I will last

The failing to begin
The regrets, the holding in
The coldness of every feeling

The yearning, the neglect
The beauty of life that
I never learned to collect

The paranoia, the panic
The overwhelming
It all made me sick

The shaking, the confusion
it all happened at once
Cant take this life no more, I'm done

The depth of my words
The truth of my eyes
This is my time to say my goodbyes

This isn't your fault
This isn't your issue
I wish instead of hating
I could hug and kiss you

Wayfarer (152.163.252.100) -- Monday, June 23 2003, 02:55 am

Well......
You'd have to be 83 and near the end of your life to appreciate all you have. I had thoughts of killing myself years ago, right after my first wife left me. But I didn't, and a year later I met my second wife. We were married for 34 years before she passed. Best years of my life! Now here at the end, I wish I could do it all again. All of it! The good and the bad. I loved my life. I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved. No part of this website, including all pictures and written words, may be reproduced or copied in any manner from this website without permission of the original author of the work. All poetry and pictures herein remain the sole property of the original author and/or copyright owner. All poetry on this website has been submitted by the original author of the work. To contact any author of the work please e-mail: dreamer@dreamersreality.com so the proper person may be notified.