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An Empty Heart Thinks Empty Things
Why am I so alone?
Why does my pain not let me be?
What has caused this emptiness?
No one shall ever see
I shut my self away
In the darkness of my fear
When someone tries to help me
I do not let them near
I can't involve them in my life
That means nothing to my soul
If I let them close to me
I dread that they will fall
I can't go on and on like this
I tell my feeble mind
But no reply comes to my thoughts
For my brain is lost in time
I go through past and present events
Each and every single day
And think quietly to myself
How did this end up this way?
I pull the covers close to me
And try to shut out the world
But I found it was impossible
For just one frightened girl
I get gloomy very swift
At just one simple thought
But I cannot help that
I just cannot be taught
It's hard to live a life of pain
It's hard to suffer at all
But I can't tell them what I feel
For then I'll surely fall
Now as darkness descends in the streets
Just as it is in my head
I think about the future
And wish that I were dead
Please review this so I know if I should bother trying to write any more poetry.
Please don't flame me for my work, please.
An Empty Heart Thinks Empty Things
Why am I so alone?
Why does my pain not let me be?
What has caused this emptiness?
No one shall ever see
I shut my self away
In the darkness of my fear
When someone tries to help me
I do not let them near
I can't involve them in my life
That means nothing to my soul
If I let them close to me
I dread that they will fall
I can't go on and on like this
I tell my feeble mind
But no reply comes to my thoughts
For my brain is lost in time
I go through past and present events
Each and every single day
And think quietly to myself
How did this end up this way?
I pull the covers close to me
And try to shut out the world
But I found it was impossible
For just one frightened girl
I get gloomy very swift
At just one simple thought
But I cannot help that
I just cannot be taught
It's hard to live a life of pain
It's hard to suffer at all
But I can't tell them what I feel
For then I'll surely fall
Now as darkness descends in the streets
Just as it is in my head
I think about the future
And wish that I were dead
Please review this so I know if I should bother trying to write any more poetry.
