I sit alone in my world of never ending problems,
always screaming on the inside and sighing
quietly on the outside always wanting to to
just let go but i never do.
All i ever wanted was to believe in friends
and people who say they will be there for you
but in the end when your moments from letting
it all go all you get is silence.
All alone i pray for peace as a battle rages
inside of me , i hear angels weeping as i pray
for peace but the anger just want go , so i sit
alone and wait for nothing.
The world i know is dieing as i sit there watching
i crack a smile as i feel my self go crazy from the
loneliness that keeps me so comfortable as the world
falls apart , in spite of me life still goes on never worrying
if i live or die.
Does anyone care about anything ,but themselves
or am i the only that feels the emptiness? Some
times the method to the madness doesn't make since
if only i could understand the the feeling that makes
my rage so perfect that peace would drive me insane
how crazy must i be?
Everyone has moments or even months where they
feel alone and think that the world is yelling at them
feeling cornered and angry this poem portrays this or
i tried to make this poem feel like that. anyway
comments and suggestions are welcomed.
hmmm minor spelling errors...i think it was alright except for the ending threw me off but i liked it all the same.
take care chris
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