Loneliness is how I feel.
There are no people who can make me grin.
I am one,there is sin.
I am breathing but dead.
I can't think with all this dread.
Why do I breath the words you speak?
What makes you so unique?
I was sad now it's worse.
Sad and loneliness don't work.
With no friends I seek the past.
I want you in my hand.
I am pained that you grin.
At the sight of my thin;
Blood.
You have caused my heart to;
Flood.
I am not okay right now.
The spring has come and the lights are out.
In the end I see one thing.
My sadness seeks the spring.
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
