I wus kinda down last night, I wrote three poems and i just wanna know wut u guys think... dont worry about being harsh or wut ever, just wanna have some kinda opinion. Trapped How do u get it out, When it’s making u drown It’s tearing u apart And the ones u love, try reaching out As u can’t hold back On what you always thought was there The only way out, Is the one u make for yourself By hurting even more As u slowly become numb Of what people made you feel so far Laying there, in your blood, in your pain, You finally feel so free, And you’re realize, You were never gone. Freedom hurts Looking at the city, It’s all dark and windy, I am swinging back and forth On this abandoned park And feel like the kid i’ve never been. Bohemian Rapsody reminds me i’ll never be free, But i am floating in my few minutes of fantasy, My bare feet sink into the damp ground as i swing by And I remember all my pain will one day get by Those moments just make me wanna live, As I’ve always wanted to get down and cry. Dying on the inside I am sitting in this park, And as I watch them play, I try remembering where I’ve never been. It feels like I’ll never get to share wut I have to say Seems like people don’t wanna care anways. I am sick of lying to myself, sick of smiling to hide Behind those memories dragging me down And giving me so much pain. I just wish someone could listen And stop judging what is not. I’m just asking for a shoulder to cry on A friend to rely on I just wish i could be loved back As i watch every one around Enjoying wut i don’t allow myself to feel anymore As long i’ll never be able to get it out This is an ongoing circle of pain That only death could make me free But i don’t wanna hurt the few once who actually love me J Thnx for those who'll respond... Drea
I really liked them..especially the 3rd one. Sounds like a place I've been before Hang in there, much love bro.
Yeah, they are cool! You live in NYC? I was there a week last year and i spent a lot of time in Central Park west, strawberry fields. it brings joy and peace, so when you are down or pissed off, go there
Yup i luv going down there, they're this homeless girl who collects rose petals to put them over John's memorial, I help her out from time to time... It's really chilled but makes me really angry and sad remembering he could still be singing to us :/ Peace and a lot of love to u all Drea...
