Slowly as I begin, to notice all of these people;
all of these profiles of personalities,
I wonder if I'm invisible to the rest of the world.
If Cupid missed me on PURPOSE,
if I make the world stare down at me. Why should I speak?
As they wonder why I'm act this way.
They seem not to care even if they say, that they're concerned.
They should not know for other reasons.
Certain thing in my life Is empty.
Why can I not see myself in a happier mood?
Why cant I do anything right?
What is the reason for my tears?
They mean nothing, dust perhaps.
Bottling up my tears, and deepest fears make the pain feel worse.
Nevertheless, I want to cry just to let it go.
But I can't.
Why can't I?
Why should I?
It hurts even worse if i dont know what those tears are for, and deepest fears were.
Even if I knew, why would it be painful?
so random?
And easier to get into than out?
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Depressing Poems
PoetryTHESE AREN'T MINE. These are just some poems that I really had a connection to. These peoms go to there rightful owners.
