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                   Poem 2                     
                                           I feel sad, hurt even.         
for i sit here,
in this room,
in a corner, alone.
i can talk forever,
but no one will hear me.

sitting here for nothing,
and what for?
checking if i can make a friend,
a friend i can trust,
even fall in love with.
maybe she'll even fall in love with me

nothing has happened.
just more pain,
being used and more.
i cry for why they did that,
and they don't give a damn.

family gets involved,
and they dig my grave.
my eyes close,
and tears fall down my face.

why did god do this to me?
for i have already suffered enough.
no, he wants to see me suffer a painful life.
for his amusement,
and for people to be happy to see me crawl.

they show false pity,
yet my tears fall,
real and painful.
gasps for air,
trying to breathe but cannot,
for there is too much pain.

i sit alone,
by a sulking light,
of sorrow and haven,
where they go hand in hand,
like pain and anguish,
for my eyes tear,
and i shake.

for a love,
a true love,
a love i may never see in my life,
for there is no love for me.
forever i will shed tears,
and lie with a face of happiness.
for there is no love for me,
just a world of pain.

one rose for love,
a thorn for pain,
names of who i love,
run through my head.
drive me crazy for it can never be,
for they never loved me
the way i loved them.

all the years,
all the people i met,
and the people i loved.
were they all a lie?
was i ever loved?
or was it a game to them.

a game that i always lost,
i trilogy of pain,
never to see the loser,
sulking,
crying of the pain they caused,
a broken heart.

a tear will shed.
for every word they lied about,
for every word that showed some hope,
and the words,
cruel words,
that cut my love deeply,
causing the pain you see here now.

and for this vessle of pain,
there is no voyage of destination.
it has sunk,
dying at the bottom of the sea.
where i stare from underneath the cold water.
no smile,
just a frown and a tear,
no struggle to breathe.

at the bottom,
where no one will follow,
shows peace and pain,
and where i sit,
at the bottom,
i will sulk forever

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