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Tuesday, November 18, 2003

Hey all, this is the last poem I might post for a little while.  I've gotta myself back in check.  And I could really use an explanation, but I'm still waiting for one of those. 

I've been hurt.
I've been let down.
I've been handed back my broken heart
After it's been shattered on the ground.

I've been crushed.
I've been pushed aside.
I've been trapped inside this labyrinth,
And at every exit, I'm denied.

I feel like I'm just another guy.
I feel like I'm just a face in the crowd.
I feel as if I'm screaming at the top of my lungs
But the words aren't coming out.

I've been cold.
I've been running on empty.
I've been crashing into dead end streets
And no one's there to help me pick up the debris.

I've been lonely.
I've been disgraced.
I've been staring at my portrait in the mirror
Wishing my figure could be erased.

I feel like I've been overlooked.
I feel like I'm insignificant.
I feel as if I'm drowning in this shallow water,
But I'm swimming in cement.

I've been damaged.
I've been walked all-over, and shredded.
I've been crying myself to sleep every night
Over where my life is headed.

I've been lost;
I guess I'll never be found.
I've been trapped inside this hell
And no one cares to look around.

I've been desolate.
I've been tattered.
I've been the most loving, and understanding person,
But none of that has ever mattered.

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Never make someone your priority, when they make you their option.

 















































Posted by: hitokiriyuki at November 18, 2003 18:59 | link | comments

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