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A poem

You wouldn�t know the tears I�ve shed,
Wishing I had someone to hold me.
You wouldn�t know it unless I said,
�You have everything I need.�

How should I know what true love is?
I�m damaged, broken, and scattered around.
I�ve just come to accept this,
To learn to cry without a sound.

When you�re alone in the world in a place where you�re not pestered,
You forget time and space and the definition of anything meaningful.
As you sit alone in the chill you allow your old wounds to fester,
Wishing the world away with thoughts so hateful.

Lost so entirely in myself, this is what I am.
How can I expect anyone to love me when I am like this?
My whole appearance is just a sham,
In reality I�m a cold, ruthless bitch.

You said it, he said it, doesn�t matter how you meant it.
What matters is it digs deep and reminds me why I�m alone.
Then again I don�t even know why I�m writing this,
How could anyone possibly understand my ache just from a poem?...