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am i really here or not ?
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Sadness Although i walk this earth like most, i cant help but to think that my life has passed and im a ghost.
I mean cmon look at me, can you actually see ?
no i didnt think so.
Yours eyes may glance for but a moment, then they slide on by. As if perhaps i wasnt there and i keep asking why.
I'll never get the answer. i'll never know for sure. If im alive or dead. Buried,forgotten without the cure.
The cure for sadness and waste of life, maybe all i needed was the love of a girlfriend or a wife. Then again who would accept me? Ive already stabbed myself with a knife.
Oh no! I finally realize and remember what went through. My heart was peirced and open, true love of which i never knew.
Remembering why i did it,remembering what i had. I guess this is better anyways,then living alone... being sad.
Wow, I can defiitely relate to that one, sometimes I feel invisible too. I like your poems.
Constant questions, that you can never figure out the answer to. Yeah I know what thats like, sometimes you want to let a person in because you are tired of being alone, then once they get close you push them back out because now you are afraid and you -want- to be left alone. Reality and life's a bitch ain't she? You always wonder "What did I do to deserve this?" but the answers never come. All you can do is sit and wait, hoping it will change, but then sometimes you have to make it change as well, even though it may be very hard. I love this one too great job, hit straight home with me =p
~Alexia