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alone. again
i scream for somebody to listen but nobody knows that i am withering like a rose starved of love and filled with cold unyielding neglect.
as the hours drag on later into the night i realize.. nobody will ever answer my call.
im all alone. again.
alone in this cold dark abyssmal hell i call a bedroom. i wait for tears that never come.
why dont they ever come?
i sit here alone. again.
and as i sit feeling sorry for myself the hours still drag on.
and the dreams of happiness and joy never come.
why dont they ever come?
as the hours drag on later into the night i realize.. nobody will ever answer my call.
im all alone. again.
alone in this cold dark abyssmal hell i call a bedroom. i wait for tears that never come.
why dont they ever come?
i sit here alone. again.
and as i sit feeling sorry for myself the hours still drag on.
and the dreams of happiness and joy never come.
why dont they ever come?
Published 17th Jan 2011
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17th Jan 2011 5:23am
17th Jan 2011 4:29pm
18th Jan 2011 3:17pm
this situation you're going through is nothing but known to most of us here.. the only thing you need to do is to find your identity, yourself through this lines so as to make it worth reading.
it's a fairly good poem anw
it's a fairly good poem anw
24th Jan 2011 4:54am
22nd Mar 2011 5:01am
