The feeling repulsive, but at the same time, calming.
The mental pain, needing aid, calling.
I don't want to help, I don't want this feeling to stop.
My knees buckling. About to drop.
I stand knowing I have the strength.
But fall, knowing the pain inside will someday sink.
It will detonate my mind destroying any thoughts of this.
Doing nothing, but creating one big dent.
Fixable, not fixable, but still needing that extra cent,
extra push, to get it started so it can be at normal level.
In a dazed state. Eyes half open.
Unable to move, but hoping, that someone will help.
Get you moving, get you up to pace.
Just enough to be able to compete in the race.
So hard to define, but easy to defy.
A mental high.
About Llama-Po-A-Tree
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- Franklin, Tennessee, United States
- Alright, so I'll start talking a bit about the blog itself. I started it a wile back, just wanting to share some of my emotions. Obviously, I did this by writing and posting my work here. The main purpose for posting my work is to show teens that they "can" relate to other people. The pain, the hardships they surpass, others surpass as well. So why can't we work together and see what we can do. Feel free to email me. Talk to me, I want to hear what you have to say. I will listen to whatever your going through, or just if you need someone. My email is : lamaz1927@gmail.com
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