Word swirling in a mind storm
People pushing in the hardest kind of wind
Emptiness becomes another symptom
If there is a cure no one can be sure
Fake a smile to appease
If only someone could see
At one point every one will leave
So why be sad it was them
and not me
There gone.
And never coming back
So why dose it feel like a heart attack
Give up
Forget the teller
Tell your self you'll feel better
But then you think about all the joy you had
and all the thoughts come rushing back
The world keeps spinning
faster and faster
All the tears start to gather
Stop!
I cry into the air
But your self
Their no one there.
~SLDysinger
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PoetryThese are my poems, there me and i them. These poems are my counselor, cause who needs people when you can share your thoughts through words, on paper ( or this case screen). So if you choose to read these I thank you.
