Sometimes I think I'm just living in a bad dream.
It isn't real, no, it just can't be.
But when I woke up and got up from my bed,
I realized that this is real.
It doesn't matter how many tears I shed,
because the timing was horrible.
I walk by my friends and they ask me if I'm okay,
"Just some family stuff and finals, but I'm alright."
They don't know it's been the worst day.
I feel so helpless,
abandoned,
useless,
angry,
yet all I can do is cry.
I can't bring myself to pray,
all I can ask is,
"Lord, why?"
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Unspoken Thoughts I
PoetrySome of these poems are old poems that I had written a long time ago and some are new. I write poems whenever I feel inspired so expect slow updates to this book, however please enjoy! best ratings: #1 thoughts #1 thoughtful
