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The Lost

Poetry

This is for those with the swollen, tired eyes. This is for those who wake up every morning and cries. This is for those who are abused at home. This is for those who feel isolated and alone. This is for those who have attempted/have committed suici...

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My thoughts

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by screaming_anteater

by screaming_anteater

I can't decide which is real

Just what makes the world a deal -

My passion for life

Or my passion for strife.

I am treated like bags of mice

It isn't at all very nice.

I feel like a lonely stone

Living life all on my own

Nobody knows me at all

In my life, I have no call

But what is life now?

Death, disguised in a vow.

Hell with fakes who pretend to care

Their words rip me like a sharp spear.

Their minds intent on harm

To my dignity alarm.

I doubt love can save me now

I'm past the checkpoint allowed.

My faith has crumbled

My hands have fumbled

For pure sanity.