The others have gone,
Long since dead,
But all that I feel,
Is a constant dread.
My friend are all here,
But all that I feel,
Is the constant fear,
That they are not real.
For friends are people
Whom you can rely on,
If in one time you need,
A shoulder to cry one.
But for that I have no one,
No one to stop the tears,
No one to soothe the pain,
No one to banish my fears.
For in the end,
I’m just like them,
The ones who’ve gone,
That’s all I am.
I’m just a shell,
All emptied out,
No one here to help me,
That’s what I’m all about.
For everyone who ever cared,
Has bidden my good night,
But soon it’ll be morning
And they’ll be within my sight.
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Sad Poems for a Sad Day
ŞiirLittle poems and excerpts based on depression, disorders, disabilites, emotions and more.