Dec 29 2010
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I wonder why
The cuts look good in a messed up lie
When i look at the pretty stream
That goes down my arm
I regret and realize
I don’t want to be known as the girl who self harms
But i can’t help these feelings of being alone
I hide myself all day
Just waiting to get home
So i can throw myself on my bed
With my get-away at hand
To take myself away
To a better land
And when i come back
I stare at the mirror
As i cry
Just looking forward to the day
Till i finally _ _ _
This post was submitted by Drella28.
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One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.
This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.
So I said to the Lord,
“You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during
the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one
set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most,
you have not been there for me?”
The Lord replied,
“The times when you have
seen only one set of footprints,
is when I carried you.”
Mary Stevenson
this poem has given me great strength in times of pain if you dont believe in god it dosent matter.. …… someone…… someones thoughts are always with you hoping urging you to have strength if u think noone cares ….someone always does even if u have never known of thier existance i do care and im just a random stranger who was surfing the web and come across your poem. stay srong have hope x :kiss:
awh thank you, your very kind<3 ^_^
I’m not one to talk and say that every thing will be alright, as i myself live thought most of what you wrote. But have faith that this will get better.
wow.. beautiful, both of them