I reallu don't think anyone.
Understands me.
I'm rarely happy at all.
I'm always sad.
I live in solitude
I figure it'll pass.
But the more I think.
The more I wish.
That I could find the cure.
For loneliness.
Nobody knows what I've done.
To make myself feel complete.
I'm still Wondering who I am
And who I'm supposed to be.
Nobody knows how it feels.
To be a owner of a lonely heart
like me.
YOU ARE READING
The Hard Truth
PoetryHeres the truth Look if you dare once your in your here to stay the truth will conquer you in every possible way -JUSTIC3
