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Why am I here.

Me... of all people.

I went out of a car, flipping at 80mph.
Landed 30 ft away.
Found not breathing.
And someone saved me.

Last weekend you took a 7 year old.
He drowned in a hotel swimming pool.

So why'd you take him? Why do I live?
Why me?!

I hate being awake.
Theres no cure for the pain I feel.
The car accident... it was nothing.
Nothing compared to the pain in my heart.

I dont even like to sleep.
Somehow even in my dreams I am unwanted.

My kids ask me why I cry.

I fear I make them miserable.
I make everyone miserable.
All thats left for me is fake smiles.
Im not even sure why it is I deserved to be unloved.
To live. Unloved.
What the F*ck did I do?


Why couldnt you just let me die?

Are you even listening. People tell me you are.
But all I hear is an echo.

i love this poem because its all
about the echoes , people that
say *he/she is listening or pat
you on the back saying your just
not open enough they dont know
you at all.

there all about makeing themselves feel good
when they give you the typical responce because
any one who really understands you will be there for YOU
and let what you say to them slide from there back because
they want you to be theres.

anyone that says difrently is just wanting in
your pants and thats no lie , anyway this poem
is really awesome and i love how you let your
emotions take over.

Oh my god... so sad... I don't know what to say...
It's a nice poem... you can feel the confusion in it... And that's what freaks me out...
I hope he answers you...