I Think by The Lost Girl

I don't know why my life is this way...
I think I used to be happy...I think, but who's to say...
I really can't remember...
every good memory is gone...
I don't remember last December...
I think my birthday might have been fun.
Every screwed up thing in my past,
covers all the happy- the nightmares always last..
There are so many more things bad than good,
I wish that that would change...I really wish it would.
I wish I could go back year by year,
to find out who I am...to make it more clear.
I remember that time my best friend moved away,
but not once do I remember my friend and I play.
I remember that time he said he wanted to forget me,
but not once do I remember he and I being happy.
I remember that time my parents screamed at each other,
but not once do I remember my father loving my mother.
I remember that time he yelled at me for cutting,
but not once do I remember him helping my hurting.
I remember that time I was so alone with no friends,
but not once do I remember having someone till the end.
I know that I went through some awful hard times,
but wasn't I happy somewhere along the line?
Why has my mind chosen to block out the things I need,
and leave me with the things that only make me bleed?
I don't know why my life is this way...
I think I used to be happy...I think, but who's to say.

Britney (67.136.90.187) -- Saturday, February 12 2005, 08:49 pm

Dang Girl
I feel ya on this one! I liked this poem it expressed so much I feel this way alot sometimes. But you know kinda keep ya head up even when the roads are hard. But you know sometimes don't work.I think was a truley amazing and inspiring poem. Thanks for sharing. ~Britney~ :)

unknown (205.188.116.197) -- Sunday, February 13 2005, 11:42 pm

Very powerful...
with your thoughts and your emotions. I really like your style of writting and I hope you continue writting. Thanks for sharing.

Mike (82.35.77.233) -- Saturday, April 9 2005, 11:38 pm

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Wow. I love the effect your words have, the way they describe the bad memories overpowering the good. I can at least remember some good times, but most were when I was a toddler. I'm sorry you've forgotten, but keep trying to rememeber. Good memories are like lifelines..

Tainted Innocence (207.200.116.133) -- Wednesday, December 14 2005, 12:12 am

I know...
I really feel you on this. I'm not gonna judge you either. Just keep on keepin on.

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