Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
The Giving Girl
Death seems to affect me more harshly
Than it affects everyone else.
I'm tired of carrying everyone's sadness
On top of my own.
I just want my own time to grieve.
I need my own time too,
But everyone has taken my time
And made it their own.
Everyone pricks at my emotions
With needles of need
And I am constantly giving to others,
But seldom giving to myself.
My own time, funnily enough,
Isn't my time really.
It's everyone else's.
I've shared more than I've meant to
And I don't know how to
Not be so giving.
Perhaps it is what I crave.
Perhaps I desire the need to give,
Even though,
I'm rarely ever giving to myself.
May 24, 2004
Suge
Than it affects everyone else.
I'm tired of carrying everyone's sadness
On top of my own.
I just want my own time to grieve.
I need my own time too,
But everyone has taken my time
And made it their own.
Everyone pricks at my emotions
With needles of need
And I am constantly giving to others,
But seldom giving to myself.
My own time, funnily enough,
Isn't my time really.
It's everyone else's.
I've shared more than I've meant to
And I don't know how to
Not be so giving.
Perhaps it is what I crave.
Perhaps I desire the need to give,
Even though,
I'm rarely ever giving to myself.
May 24, 2004
Suge
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The Giving Girl
The Giving Girl