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For one with so much
to be proud of
you often just scoff
your pain is immeasurable
and I bleed with you
I see the way you destroy yourself
and I die a little inside
no longer the one you call
the one you trust enough to talk to
I wish I could help
there are no words to let you know
how much I want to be there for you
please stop punishing yourself!
it's not all your fault
it's not my place to lecture --
you already have a mother
I try not to judge
but I hate to see you do such self-destructive things
so, I just listen and try to be a friend
my heart is open
I wait for you
take care of yourself
if not for you, for them
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For one with so much
to be proud of
you often just scoff
your pain is immeasurable
and I bleed with you
I see the way you destroy yourself
and I die a little inside
no longer the one you call
the one you trust enough to talk to
I wish I could help
there are no words to let you know
how much I want to be there for you
please stop punishing yourself!
it's not all your fault
it's not my place to lecture --
you already have a mother
I try not to judge
but I hate to see you do such self-destructive things
so, I just listen and try to be a friend
my heart is open
I wait for you
take care of yourself
if not for you, for them
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9 comments:
Beautiful poem. I hope your friend is able to find peace.
That is so powerful. May your friend find strength and courage from you. Your are a good friend!
Poor friend. Nice KLee. Lovely poem.
It's so good to be able to turn to poetry, isn't it? Thank you for being such a faithful friend, to the person you wrote about, and to so many others.
I'm sorry. I've been there. It's not easy to so badly want to be able to help, when you know you can't.
Thank you all. For all the comments, and for being there.
What a beautiful poem! I hope that your friend finds the comfort she needs.
Thanks, CCW. I hope my friend finds what they're looking for as well.
Welcome, woundedinside. I know it was kind of a downer way for you to get to me, but I welcome your voice. Thanks for your answering poem. I, myself, am no stranger to deling with myself harshly, but I can't tell my friend how I'm feeling because it would only add to their burden. I had to let it out.
Like you said, sometimes the self-destructive things are the only way that people in pain can feel *anything.* I worry so much. I want to shake the living snot out of my friend, but that's counterproductive. So, I settle for poetry.
Well, not to be morbid..
But, it's because pain reminds you that you're still alive..
Thankfully, I haven't had to think that way for quite a while (about 14 years to be exact)..
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