She's not just lonely anymore,
But confused and hurt as well.
For the things she's made people feel,
The lonely girl belongs in hell.
She's caused such havoc,
And it fuels I side her core.
As she looks around,
All she sees is gore.
She doesn't want to live like this,
All she wants is to feel emotion.
But she lacks a characteristic,
And that would be devotion.
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Poetry for the Pained
PoetryThis is just poetry that I've randomly written, and feel like publishing them will help or inspire others. They're all pretty short. Please, no hatful remarks.
