Sympathy Quotes

These are my known remedies.
Passed down, from generation to generation.
My home was built upon,
Crystal Meth and sweet rum.

Won’t you,
Just let me fucking be?
Won’t you,
Just let me fucking die?

Honestly,
I thinks it’s funny.
You still seem to wonder why,
I continue to get high.

Bitter memories, but not a poison to me.
Never fall asleep, So can’t you hear me scream?
Bitter memories, but not a poison to me.
Just let it, deteriorate my body.

I’ve lost all my reasons to smile.

So what a waste of a perfectly good soul.
To this day,
It lays nothing more than a shattered heart.
So where is my clean wrist now?

Do you see what a monster,
This drug has made of me?
Visions.
And these vivid hallucinations.

My blood is no longer pure and free.
Now it’s nothing more,
than Crystal Meth and sweet rum.
(Poem by Isetheartsonfire)

People think I’m a freak
It’s just a tweak
But it’s okay
They’ll think this of e everyday

I’m a loser
They’re just abusers
It won’t show
So they won’t know

It will hide
Until the day I show it on the outside
That day they will pause
Because they will know what they have caused

Not many will shed a tear
When this day is here
I’ll be happy
And they’ll all see the cruel reality
(Poem by December Hedge)

Shadows
are waiting for
us.
They make
shade,
for those in need,
the ones who are exhausted from life.
cause. Cause is many.
Reasons are going to
make the new ones.
you think of new protections.
see the safety of the few for the
good of the many.
inside. the labyrinths of the gods
Shifting gears change the game,
around the clock,
time hangs in the balance.
to find the exit
create new items from
illusions that break. Out
of these shadows
nothing. Can survive
Come here to me. To
join our ranks using
us shadows will win.
And we wont
rule
our minds.
Worlds will collide
in
Shadows.
(Poem by Matthew J. Molz)

All 21 grams that design my soul
Will eventually grow evil and cold.
When death finally departs me
I’ll miss that sinful part of me
(Poem by Christianne Louise Pamela Eileen Cobain)

The sorrowed winds of change,
Etched deep into her cheeks.
Such bitter emptiness,
She’s never known,
consuming her for weeks.

Each minute,
crawling by so slow,
to lay awake and short of breath.
So wicked,
is the dark of heart,
as she’s fixated on his death.

Cruel these questions,
tease her mind,
both lost to family and to friends.
In solemn prayers,
to tear soaked sheets,
this pain does never end.

All the answers,
seem to hide in vane,
as yet focused she must stay.
Slowly starting to forgets his face,
which quite gently,
slips away.

Tortured,
as she waits alone,
there is no penance for her crime.
Sentenced,
to a life of emptiness,
until the end of time.

Forever cursing,
her euphoric vow,
the bane of every day.
Those silent feelings,
choke her lungs,
like a vile disease they prey.

Once,
a vibrant thoroughbred,
who seems to long since run her race.
Twenty years,
to mourn his love,
showing every line upon her face.

Hope,
now only broken yesterdays,
as hours count away her life.
With distant memories,
of that ring,
she knows she’ll never be a wife.
(Poem by Rick Bohne)

My dreams are haunted,
by your face,
and even with endless time,
the memory will not erase.
Why can I still see you,
looking back in terror at me,
as the whole world comes apart.
Your dead and gone,
and it’s not my fault,
just leave me be.
I swear I tried,
I would have given my life,
if it would have saved you.
I want to forget,
but never will.
I’m old and weary,
my sight has gone,
but I still see you.
You’re always there,
pleading with your eyes,
asking me why you had to die.
(Poem by Joy F.)