In a world of pain and sorrow
I sit patiently,
waiting for tomorrow.
A friend a foe,
nowhere to go,
so here I stand in alone.
I trusted you,
you betrayed me,
One day you'll come to see.
That now I hate you,
more than anything
The knife you left,
My back it bled,
Pull it out or she will die he said,
You left it there now I regret,
The lie we lived is left unsaid.
Hipster whores and candy stores
I thought that we were friends
Tumbling and photography
Together till the end.
The rumors spread,
I was left for dead
Instead of staying by my side you said
something that I won't forget
For many many nights I wept
I give up on family
I retreat inside myself again
Books will be my friends
Living within my mind till the bitter end.
I will die alone
Old and grey
No one will remember me
To live a life without ones friends
Most would rather have seen their lives end.
In a world of pain and sorrow
I stand patiently,
waiting for tomorrow.
I'd rather live a little life, but be happy none the less,
Than live a life with "friends" and constantly be fucked with.
Today, tomorrow, and forever.
I stand alone.
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A Glance Into My Mind
PoetryPoetry i have written at the proverbial best of times, and worst of times. This should give all who care a small but enticing look into the mind of one depressed and wistful sophmore.