Loneliness;
Such an empty and sad word. It says with you till death do you part, such a sad thought.
Alone is how I feel most days, smiling through the window with a gaze of regret and; loneliness. it leaves me with thoughts of repression and pain; as though loneliness is a weapon.
But, it is; for each day someone dies of being alone, reaching out to no one in particular, to any one that can save them from the quicksand we call sadness.
Forgotten is how we with the shadows feel; unimportant. unneeded, with every step that i would take; my heart would break even more.
I am a shell. and beneath my shell lies a frightened child.
Why would you leave a frightened child Alone?
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Poems by Someone With Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. (PTSD.)
PoetryPoems are by me. Inside this interweb book is an abundance of fear, pain, anger, depression, and emptiness. It is not much, it may not be anything, but it is who I am. You may get to know me, if you really try. Even so, you may read if you'd like. S...
