Depressed

 DEAD IS WHAT I SOMETIMES FEEL I WOULD BE,

ESPECIALLY WHEN ALL THOSE BACK FLASHES HIT ME.

PRETENDING IS HARD TO DO WHEN I HAVE SMILE,

ROAMMING AROUND CRYING AND WALKING THAT LONG MILE.

EVERYDAY  I HAVE TO FACE THAT IT WILL ALL BE OKAY,

SEEMS SO HARD SO I JUST RUN AWAY.

SHALL I WAKE UP ONE DAY AND SEE A CHANGE IN LIFE,

EITHER LIVING ALONE OR FOR ONCE BEING THAT BEAUTIFUL WIFE.

DON'T LET ME TAKE MY LIFE AWAY, FOR SOME REASON I AM HERE TO STAY.

 

This here is how I write my poems I write it out of the title and what I feel. I have been writing many poems but have never had the courage to try to publish any. I only publish two in memory of my neice and the tejano singer Selena Quintanilla in a local newspaper.

tequilalady tequilalady
41-45, F
Feb 22, 2010