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[Xafsa]

If tonight I die,

 

Who will cry?

 

Strangers with their feigned interest,

 

While those I love have turned away.

 

And if my best isn't good enough,

 

What more can I give?

 

Go ahead--walk away.

 

Just leave me here alone.

 

And if tonight I die,

 

Who will cry?

 

All my strength is drained,

 

With nothing left to give.

 

Drowning in the depths of sorrow,

 

No tears left to cry.

 

A silent voice and distant eyes

 

That no one hears or sees.

 

And if tonight I die,

 

Who will cry?

 

--Jo A. Witt

 

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It's easier for you to walk away, than it is for you to reach out to me.

It's easier for you to look away, than it is for you to see the depth of my despair.

It's easier for you to look through me, than it is for you to see "me."

It's easier for you to distance yourself, than it is for you to really care.

It's easier for you to hear, than it is for you to listen.

It's easier for you to judge, than it is for you to understand.

It's easier for you to label, than it is to get acquainted.

It's easier for you to bask in your joy, than it is for you to feel my pain.

It's easier for you to bewilder at my mysteries, than it is for you to probe deeply into the depths of my soul.

 

It's easier for me to look away, than it is to let you see the feelings betrayed through my eyes.

It's easier for me to cry, than it is for me to talk.

It's easier for me to walk alone, than it is to risk rejection.

It's easier for me to push you away, than it is for me to be held.

It's easier for me to distance myself, than it is to trust that you won´t hurt me.

It's easier for me to die, than it is for me to face life's challenges.

 

It's hard for me to smile when I am hurting.

It's hard for me to talk when you won't understand.

It's hard for me to reach out when I need help the most.

 

If only you'd really look at me and see who I am.

If only you cared enough to reach out when I push you away.

If only you'd hold me, without asking why.

If only you'd acknowledge the validity of my feelings.

 

But it's the easy roads that are most often taken.

And so I hurt alone.

 

--Jo A. Witt

[pearl]

pass the tissue please

[OG_Girl]

Good one flying still , it touches

salam

[DeadlyVision]

I rate your posting off the chart Fyling_Still...

Enjoy all the :if: logic statements..and your few words 'bout women...

 

"Woman was made from the rib of man. She was not created from his head to top him, nor from his feet to be stepped upon. She was made from his side to be close to him, from beneath his arm to be protected by him, and near his heart to be loved by him"

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[Instinct.Poet]

Hey..Nice poem..Ms Flyin still..

Thorugh out, floetry exquisite..

 

Deadly Vission>>

Woman was made from the rib of man. She was not created from his head to top him, nor from his feet to be stepped upon. She was made from his side to be close to him, from beneath his arm to be protected by him, and near his heart to be loved by him"

I can't find that Aayat in the qur'an..

Or is it hadith,..Plz Elobarate!!!

[Xafsa]

^^^^ not an aayah or hadith.

[Paragon]

Nice selection Flying..

 

singal madarku waa maxay?

saparatna yaa dhalay?

jameeykaan ma seedibaa?

Ilaah baa nalehe maya!

[Xafsa]

^^ true.

[Somali-feminist]

salaamu alaikum wr wb,

 

Originally posted by DeadlyVision:

 

"Woman was made from the rib of man. She was not created from his head to top him, nor from his feet to be stepped upon. She was made from his side to be close to him, from beneath his arm to be protected by him, and near his heart to be loved by him"

its beautiful, I wish the majority of men knew the true meaning of this.