Hurting

by Erica   Jun 14, 2009


Inside I'm hurting inside I'm dying
crying is a thing i dislike dearly
on the inside it feels like I'm flying
true happiness i only feel merely

on my face i feel crystal clear tears
my heart doesn't resemble fire but ice
carved in stone are my deepest of fears
my one and only fate depends on dice

the world i live in is a world of hate
now with these dice i cast my fate

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  • 15 years ago

    by YourThe ReasonIDiedTonight

    Your words flowed really well and i enjoyed reading your poem

    keep up the great work.

    5/5