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poem 27
Contributed by
Lady_Ravyn_Bloodstone
on
Tuesday, 27th March 2007 @ 10:41:50 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Worthless.
Ugly.
Unimportant.
Unlovable.
Unwanted.
Broken.
Empty.
Shattered.
Torn.
Tattered.
Lonely.
Dead on the inside.
I am so sick of feeling these things,
Feeling so much of the bad,
And none of the good.
I crave for the blade,
The one that continuously calls to me.
The one I am constantly trying to ignore,
But never succeeding in doing so.
Life seems so empty and pointless now.
No one cares to hear my pain,
No one sees the scars that are on the inside.
I truly am alone in this world.
No one to turn to,
No one to love me back.
Is this truly the life I deserve?
Why am I still here?
Why do I still exist?
So many questions,
But no answers.
So,
I continue to exist,
Even though it hurts far too much.
I want to be loved,
I want to be wanted…
Is that too much to ask?
The answer is always yes…
Yes,
I am asking for too much to ask to be loved.
So,
Just forget me…
It’s that simple…
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Lady_Ravyn_Bloodstone
... [
2007-03-27 10:41:50] (Date/Time posted on
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