Poem by Ann Pass
How do you explain
how much you're hurting inside?
How much further do I need
to be pushed to suicide?
Does no one understand
that a heart can be broken
and does no longer work
without a loving token.
No time has ever been good
from the day I was born.
I guess my heart
was made to be torn,
but need it be this hurt
that makes me feel as I do now
If there's a way to stop it
Please God show me how.
If htere's any point in carrying on
then show me the way to go
because the confusion I'm going through
keeps on telling me No.
Should I see and talk
to someone other than you?
Will they not go against me
and do what the others do?
I would understand
if I had done wrong
but how much do I have to suffer
as already it's gone on for so long.
Dear God when I was fourteen
you turned me away from death
you told me there was a job to do
and you gave me new breath.
Well, I feel like dying now
but my job is still undone
there is no more strength in me,
and the battle cannot be won.
Copyright The Bentilean 1999
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