I'm lost.
The world keeps spinning round.
Lives go on.
People continue living.
The world will stop for no one.
No matter how desperate the case.
That adds to the ache I feel.
The burning hole in me widens.
I was always looking
But I never saw.
I was always worrying
At times I should have enjoyed.
I worry now.
About miniscule things.
About people hating me.
About me hating myself.
I never worried about this
Because I had all the friends I needed.
A balance of cheerful, serious, and wise.
When I had all the friends I needed.
My life used to be filled with happiness, hope and joy.
A now dark, empty, ever hurting world of sin.
I see what I once was, what I have become.
I realize; everything.
Tumble out the hoards of regret.
The wasted time falls.
The regret goes back into storage.
To fill the empty space; due for another time.
I cry inside.
For every harsh word spoken.
For every knife wound in me.
For the world.
Well?? Tell me what you think!! :)
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This poem is the best one yet what I liked about it is how you explained what it was like for you to be in a world who never wanted anyone. Why I think this poem is about that is how you told about the truth of what its like to live in a place that cries for healing. You did a great job.. I consider a friend I don't know if you remember me but I will keep reading your poetry..
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Of course I remember you
one of the (awesome) first people I met here.
Thank you veryveryvery much!
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