What I feel is real

by Spike   Feb 25, 2006


Never having someone to love you,
there is always someone so high above you.
Never feeling like any one cares,
I feel like I'm dying under all of their stares.
A feeling of loneliness,
a wishing for happiness,
a sensing of crappieness.
A constant hope for something more.
Hopeless, sad, and unwanted,
I sit here because I'm forgotten.
My life once seemed much better,
my heart was as light as a feather.
Now it feels,
as if my heart is a lead balloon,
dragging me down to face my doom.
No one knows how much I want to die,
no one can see,
the pain in my eyes.
No one can understand the way that I feel,
they dont understand,
that what i feel is real.

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