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Alone
How I hate being alone...furniture fills the space but my mind races around and around.
How I hate being bored...too many things to do and no motivation.
How I swear I heard them...they're playing games with me now.
Can't believe...how old I've become.
Can't believe...in all your stories and lies.
Can't believe...I'm hearing them again.
Voices...in my head.
Voices...screaming so loud.
Voices...telling me nothing is ever real.
How I hate being bored...too many things to do and no motivation.
How I swear I heard them...they're playing games with me now.
Can't believe...how old I've become.
Can't believe...in all your stories and lies.
Can't believe...I'm hearing them again.
Voices...in my head.
Voices...screaming so loud.
Voices...telling me nothing is ever real.
Published 9th Jan 2012
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10th Jan 2012 1:26am
was the first line. well duh, but i love that after the ellipsis it just flows so well with the internal rhyme.
12th Jan 2012 4:36pm
THis was a random poem....that i wasn't going to submit but I ended up liking it anyways.
26th Oct 2015 2:39pm
I'm glad you did submit this piece. Sometimes it's just one passage that speaks to a reader. ",,,too many things to do and no motivation" is mine. Brava!
