lights are fading
turning my life around
im not a happy person
tears falling down down down
to the cold hard ground
its 1:26 and im not sure anymore
of who i am
whats im supposed to do
where im going
my life,
a homeless soul going dirt poor.
its december
my fan is on
temperature slowly falling
my skin thawing
my heart slowing
the breathe almost gone
its 1:26 and im not sure anymore
of who i am
whats im supposed to do
where im going
my life,
a homeless soul going dirt poor.
its 1:26 and im not so sure
anymore
Please tell me what you think
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This poem is very sad. I hope you are feeling better. I think we all have those moments when we feel completely lost and we begin to think of the future and it all seems terribly difficult, but we mustn't be permanently discouraged. Try to find comfort in something, like music or art in general; find comfort in friends and family. Do what you must to stay happy or in good spirits. Yours is a phenomenal light; nurture its radiance with joy.
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this is sad, i haven't wrote any poetry in so long.... but i'm not inspired... actually i am, i just can't put it into words, i'm not good at poetry, why am i kidding myself? why did amanda ever even show me this website. it only depresses me, everyone is so good here, i suck, i've never won a contest and i never will i outta just shut down my website and wash my hands of allpoetry.... but then i wouldn't ever be able to talk to you... not that i do very often... i miss you so much justin. i wish things could have stayed like they were in idaho... this school is depressing... i've actually thought about going emo... me... like the preppyist chick ever to befriend amanda..... omg
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