It's nights like these that are the bane of my existence,
it's the feeling of depression rolling in from a distance.
I'll do my nails, or take a long shower,
what ever I can do to pass the stretch of hours.
I cannot sleep, my mind won't allow it,
Maybe i'll play video games for a little bit. . .
It get's so tiring being so alone,
when everyone else is asleep at home.
When my messages aren't replied,
even though I seem them online.
When I realize I'm on my own.
Oh how I hate being alone. . .
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Poems of a Lost Girl
PoetryA collection of poems written on my free time, they are mostly all free-style so stanzas and patterns may not always add up exactly but I assure you it staggers the quality hardly at best. I believe a poem can tell you a lot about a person, their i...
