I’ve been through so much lately,
I don’t know how much more I can take.
People ask what’s wrong,
Ask if they can help.
They just don’t understand,
Although, I haven’t tried to explain.
They don’t know what it feels like,
To bear this pain.
Say we all have problems,
They’re there to help me.
I can’t explain it to anyone,
No one really knows me.
Suicidal friends, death, and other things too.
Sometimes I wish it’d all go away.
Decisions to decide.
My own and others to help, too.
Maybe I try too hard,
Maybe I should just quit.
I do have these thoughts,
Maybe I could just die.
I really don’t want to,
And I know he doesn’t either.
I try to be optimistic,
And ask my Lord for help.
WELCOME
..and here are a few things to keep in mind:
This blog contains mostly my poetry and a few thoughts from time to time. The thoughts will be entered when and wherever I feel necessary to keep things in proper order. Thoughts and things not belonging to me will be denoted with asterisks. Poems will be archived by the date which they were written, not by that which they were posted. I tend to update things a month or few after being written so as to keep current issues from wandering unattended around the web.
Enjoy...
[somberlife was first created July 11, 2004]
“The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish.”
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
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