They don’t see how loved they are.
They don’t see the pain I feel.
The jealousy I grow,
And the anger that murders.
Everything is a factor with the never ending hurricane.
These grey clouds don’t care,
They will continue until I am left …
I am left alone
Again and again.
Never thought of and
left for the
dead.
I fend for myself.
I fight for my heart
Though my mind is gone.
With no one by my side,
nothing is all right.
They’re in their celebration,
With smiles and esoteric joys.
Miles away,
I lie in my room:
Crying and living in
A waterfall of
Red.
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Telling's from the heart
PoetrySo here are a collection of poems inspired by stories whispered or stories told. Here are to those going through tough times and to get better. Here are to those that are at their peak and to keep up their good work. ***PLEASE IGNORE THE LETTERS THA...
