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No life left
I can no longer hide this depression. They say your mind is the safest place you own, mine is the darkest part of my body. Looks of enjoyment are fake that I place for the world to see. I can feel my heart brake more and more as the days get shorter and the weather gets colder and harder. I can see the leaves change color and lose their life. It's as if I'm coming to realize that their really might not be any hope for me. I can not simply lay in a bed with out the thought an pictures of your face burned into my memory. Your beautiful yet cold, loving yet hatful, gifted yet gone. How do I do this now, how do I walk this world alone with out you, with out my heart. Yes I've made mistakes but am I the only one no. But this mistake has to be fixed without your love with out your heart and most of all with out your voice telling me that this is going to be fixed. Depression can only go so far before it kills the man inside that you've come to love and fear. You really can't fix something that not wrong. You can only fix the mistakes that one has made more times then one. Your words say hope but your heart tells them in lies. How can I feel you again, or is their someone that feels your love now. My thoughts are killing me day by day. My tears are started to dry up as you push to smile and make me the joke of society. I can't look at this world anymore as I once did. I can only look at the world as a nobody that is faced to be alone
The Poets Are Sad
I chose not to read another sad poem. It is as if we were attacked and saddness gas affected all the writers. All around me, people are sad at home too...an attack, must be, or Winter is coming - Lady A
Lady a
I'm sorry but I can only write how I feel. Some are sad and some are beautiful. Yes winter in coming, yes people at home are sad. But people can only be who they are and it helps to bleed on paper. I bleed for someone to come back into my life and stay their.