MY POEM
I told her I was through with her, would she leave?, she would not stir.I told her to go, but she clings to me tightly why I don't know. She is my continous horor and oppression no wonder her parents gave her the sick name Depression.
 

Age: 49
Location: Kingston, Jamaica
Gender: Male
Status: Single
Gender preference: Female

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MY POEM
I told her I was through with her. I told her to go. But she just sticks to me like glue, why I don't know.Year after year,month after month, day after day, this she demon haunts and taunts me, and try as I may, she is like a mystery, like this invisible force so strong, that I cannot flee. Ohh the pain, the pain, the mental, psycological, and emotional pain, makes even the sunniest days seem to fill with dark stink rain. I am obviously her eternal obsession, this evil demonic girlfriend of mine called depression.


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My Post Comments (2 entries)
Sunday, October 22 2006
kissme says:
your poem is so real am sorry you seems to still be in pain from your broken heart how long a go you seperated you need time to heal you cant go in a relation ship right right now that wouldnt be fear
Wednesday, April 5 2006
Sharie5 says:
such a powerful poem,true and real. I hope to GOD we never have to face these in our lives but if we do ,it will not last long..

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