Obsolete
Terrible
Dreadful
Awful
Tormentor
What ever I was – am to them is over, at least for me.
I sit alone in my closet
No lights on
Face dampened with tears
Rock my self back and forward
Scream
But no one hears me.
Wave
But no one sees me.
My smile, not scary, but inside I worry.
"'Go away! Shut up! LEAVE ME ALONE! I DON'T CARE"
But really, when did anyone REALLY cared? No one and I guess someone cares - NOT
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Poems of the Dearest Soul
PoëziePoems of the Dearest Soul. Eccentric. Makes your heart melt. These Poems and short stories are all what you need during your off time. Romance. Suicide. Adventure. Realistic Fiction. Any genre known to man (or woman) Comment what other poem you wa...
