On the floor

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On the floor

As I hit the floor
this pain is never ending
i don't want it anymore
 I feel as though I'm descending 

and I hate the way I feel inside
 Fake smiles to hide the pain
Can't let anyone see the way I cried
Everything I do seems to be in vain

As I am tossing in my bed
I feel like I'm falling
thoughts keep racing in my head
And life keeps crawling

It's a disguise
i just try to make through my life
There's no joy in these eyes
There's only strife

Is this what I deserve?
Learn to live another day 
more pain in reserve 
Trying to brush it away

the floor is cold
how could I sink so low?
So many thoughts I withhold
How I got here, I don't know

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

caboose187’s Poems (24)

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Blessed and broken 0
This Time 0
Wall Around My Heart 2
The Sickness 0
That's Life 0
Brutality 0
On the floor 0
Distrust 0
The Abyss 0
Dreams to Nightmares 0
honesty 1
Suicidal 0
Immortal 0
Destruction 0
Of Natural Mind 0
Werewolves 2
Lack Of Life 2
Driving Force 2
Dark Fight 2
Darkness 2
The Change 3
Pain of Losing Family 2
Start Over 2
Friends 2