Hated by the world, and I hate it right back.
Eyes cold as ice, with a heart pitch black.
Hopeless it seems, for me in this place.
That is, until, a particular face.
Her laugh, her smile, they're one of a kind.
What am I saying, I'm loosing my mind!
She says goodbye as she walks away.
I reach for her hand, it seems it's too late.
Her place here, seems is not with me. What is this feeling, why can I not see?
Sorrow and sadness, I feel once more. As the sky sheds tears, that crash upon the floor.
- Me (6/13/14)
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How I Really Feel
PoetryShort stories and poems, most of which are written at some of my lowest points. I've been writing a lot and sharing it to my Instagram, but I figured I'd give my inner thoughts for you here to look at. I'm going to be starting from the beginning, fr...
