Frustration
When theres no one around to make happy or laugh,
I feel like I am drowning.
Falling deep below the waves of life.
It's like a saying, "If no one is around to hear you scream, how can anyone care for you?"
It's hard living this life.
Constantly giving.
Hardly receaving.
How do you push on in this life?
How do you survive this life?
How is it possible to live in this life?
Love from friends is all that keeps me here.
So why do people flake?
Why can't they return messages?
Do they not know that they are my heart and life?
So I say this...
Always reurn your calls, your messages, your comments and your IM"s.
For one day...I may not be here!
This poem was written by Dan Finlayson on Feb 13, 2006.
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Very heart felt and true thanks for sharing this poem of conviction. And you are so right we need to let others know we love then and care while they are still around one day it will be to late .
I feel like that sometimes, that's how people get deleted off my list...
dang dan, i feel for you man, i've been there many times. i like this one.
"For one day...I may not be here!"
please stay with us cause you a great writer and it looks like your a good person too with what is written in your poems