Living to Die
No one is there to hold her when she is lonely,
To take her hand,
And help her threw her fears,
To dry her tears,
After she has cryed,
No one is there to tell her everything will be all right,
She feels like she is in a living darkness,
A darkness that will be there forever,
Till the day she dies,
She pretends,
But no one really knows,
What her life is like,
On the inside she is missrible,
So sad that she is about ready to scream,
When on the outside,
Everybody is fooled,
She feels as if nobody cares,
What her life is really like,
She feels as if there is no purpose for her life,
And that she is living to die,
And in a way,
She is.
~Naomi Cloukey~
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Poems That I Write
These are poems that I write to express myself. Like them or not. If you don't like them then don't read them. If you do, I sure write a lot.
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