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I was poking through old folders on my computer and I came across my collection of poems.
Daggers puncturing my soul
Everything that I am escapes
My eyes close to hide the sadness
Creating a world that only feels pain
My heart is aching for warmth
But nothing can comfort
Greatness sinks farther inside me
As I continue to build toward nothing
© July 5, 2005
Kristi Marks
I have read through about 10 of them so far and not one of them did I sound like I knew what happy was. I have come SO FAR in the almost 7 years. These should have been the biggest clue to my suicide attempt in 2007.
I hurt to think that my soul was so sad.
Daggers puncturing my soul
Everything that I am escapes
My eyes close to hide the sadness
Creating a world that only feels pain
My heart is aching for warmth
But nothing can comfort
Greatness sinks farther inside me
As I continue to build toward nothing
© July 5, 2005
Kristi Marks
I have read through about 10 of them so far and not one of them did I sound like I knew what happy was. I have come SO FAR in the almost 7 years. These should have been the biggest clue to my suicide attempt in 2007.
I hurt to think that my soul was so sad.