I left all my sorrows
Inside a basket full life
I fell hard on the ground
Yet I still kept falling
Creatures leave me one by one
Leaving me again we the heavy basket
It was full of pain and anger
I felt like I lost everything
Still I keep telling myself that it's all right
When I always knew it wasn't
I guess I'm too lonely for someone to comfort meI felt disowned and used,
They only talked to me when they needed meI felt used and insecure after all those words the left behind me
Like a small knife just slowly killing me
But somehow we all get used to the pain
No matter how painful and rough
We either try to escape or to just
Leave.
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Poetry|Highest Ranking #51 in Poetry| ~COMPLETED~ I'll be writing poems here and you can make requests and I'LL DO MY BEST to make them into poems. :) -Sasha