I am stuck in a little room, with four crowded walls, and an ashtray, with no ciggeretes, crying my eyes out. There I am, Can you see me, can you be me? I dont want to be alone, Can you help me? Do you even want to try? Should I sit there, without any doors, without any windows, wondering why the world gave up on me. Slid me down a tunnel, into the UNFORGIVEN.
In The UNFORGIVEN I am still this little child, Lost in a sea of emptiness, with crowded walls filled with nothing...Just sitting here, with tears falling, yet no face behind them. Screaming, WHining, trying to figure out why I would be sent to such a place, and the only ones who sent me, are my friends, and my family, and those who didnt know me...but that makes everyone.
Why was I sent to the UNFORGIVEN? Because, I was locked into love. I was stolen to hate. I was torn to disaster, and my tears were my fate. My heart was broken, My lungs blackend...and my soul...Unforgiven..No one cared, if I was Gone, If they didnt hear from me, If I was desperate enough to try anything...But I was desperate...To LOVE someone! So this is why...I was sent, To the UNFORGIVEN.
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One more that I wrote when I was younger
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This is very effective . . . now I'm depressed!! LOL This is well written and I'm glad you don't feel this way anymore!
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This is a good write, it is a very understandable and relatable sentiment. Good work.
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This is a haunting and yet beautiful write,this reminds me so much of my childhood,also when I lost my mother,such loss and desperation,a need to be loved and wanted,yet all around there was nothing but abuse and neglect,this was so thought provoking for me,thank you for sharing.
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