A small call for help

by Ann   Jan 23, 2005


I hate to cry, and I hate to yell.
I hate loneliness
And I especially hate me

Why was I put here,
What is my purpose?

I found my true love
But distance has it all.

I’m full of emotions.
My mind is so lost,

My spirit is drained.
And my body is tired.

It’s useless to cry,
When no one will know

I’m screaming for support
But no one can hear.

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  • 17 years ago

    by blackheartslove

    I love this poem!
    i feel like you wrote it about me.