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The pain with in
From the pain
that dwells with in
i sit and write
yet once again.
Unhappiness
always a part of my life
something always missing
missing from my life.
Lost my mom
lost my dad
not too many friends
i ever had.
Always a loner
kept every thing bottled inside
so many times
i have broke down and cried.
I talk to god every day
why lord
why must i be this way.
Some times the movies i watch
make me cry
it breaks my heart
when children die.
But iv`e taken so many bumps
in my life
my heart seems to be hardened
to every day life...
Brillant words from search an excellent poet.