It's all my fault,
nothing I ever do is right.
I am the loneliest man in the world.
Thousands of fingers pointing at me,
blaming me for wrongs, never praising for my rights.
I can do nothing in this world,
without hurting someone dear to me.
I wish I could be able to live in peace.
At night I crawl up into a ball,
rethinking all of the slanderous names I am called.
I cry like a newborn infant, my world is full of pain.
Why must I be cursed so?
Too be alone and afraid all my days,
my nights full of pain and wishes of death.
Stop pointing at me!
Give me a moments peace,
I am nothing more than someone to blame.
Nothing more than something to kick and scream at.
I wish this all would end.
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http://bittertaste.deviantart.com/art/solitaire-4761262
A contest entry
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Comments
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I liked it, but it doesn't have that extra something. It's not something that makes me want to run out and favorite you. I liked it, it's not a bad poem, but it just didn't speak to me.
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I like this a story with words this has a nice flow with helps the poem felling i like the take on the picture you chose it works very well i like the story in poem form and the simple flow of the words
~GOOD LUCK~
*Soul* -
i feel like its more of a statement than a poem...
:/
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