As I sit here in my room away from everything that hurts
looking out the window, seeing all those happy stars
thinking, wondering and waiting for the answers
what is life suppose to be like, how do I make it worth the trip?
Life is one long struggle in the dark
Life is like a welcome mat in a doorway fo an abandoned house
Who's here with me? It's like I'm in the middle of nowhere
sitting on a bench or in the park with empty
seats on either side of me
There may be someone here but they're as far as the next star system
Walking out the main entrance and through the crowd
the engines are all ready to take us all home
walking through groups, past whom I used to know
I'm just a soft breeze blowing past them
walking toward my ride, passing by, one person lifts a small look
a small look just to show me that apologetic look and painful smile
She, who I used to know like a book
wouldn't take a minute to talk to me
afraid someone will catch her talking to me
my heart just sinks down even further each time I pass her
I stop as if I want to say something, what's the point?
walking up those black stairs
on a vehicle that will never get me home
looking out the window as I take of my school bag
all my friends who I used to know so well walks by
sitting down and realizing they all left without a goodbye
a lifeless body is what they see me as
can't bare to say a word to me anymore
What kind of friends would be friends then disappear
was ti because I didn't know how to be a friend?
Did I sacrifice to lose everything for this?
My life is like a tragedy
lost everything that I needed the most
the darkness in my heart may
never see another sunrise
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A Storybook of Poems
PoetryA collection of poems created from different times of my life. Each poem may depict different emotions and state of thinking while other others may be of a mixture. Some may show the down times and some ups as well as some fictional and some autobio...
