every day i feel empty and hollow
the light inside me went out long ago
i wonder what, now, would make me feel happy
perhaps going back to that time i was carefree
aside from emptiness all i feel is rage
it builds up and gets worse the more that i age
i try to express it but no one understands
they ignore my pleas for help, my outstretched hand
well, did you get your wish; are you happy now
you can turn to the crowd and take your bow
because you've taken it all and i'm left with none
congratulations, i say - i guess you've won
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silent whispers | o.h.
Poetrythoughts that whisper in my mind buried deep, it's hard to find screams for attention so desperate and violent yet to others its deathly silent * * * {Monthly Updates} | On hold
