Tired of the pain,
Tired of the game.
Tired of the risks,
That just aren't worth it.
Walking around in circles,
Feeling lost and confused.
Waiting for someone to help me,
But no one ever comes.
Tormented by memories,
That never really go away.
Soul soiled and heart hurting,
Sometimes living feels like a burden.
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Lost
PoetryThe fifth in the collection.... It speaks of the soul....The heart.... Lost in a haze of life and heartbreak. Forces the mind to think.... And the heart to admit
