Feeling weak and left out
I know my feelings never did matter
I sat pushed away
In my colorless corner I call my life
Remembering the days I never had
Waiting the phone calls I never heard
Looking for things that can’t be seen
And reading things that can’t be read
I can’t under stand what this means to me
The smell of my own blood can be so numbing
I wanted you to know
I cry in your embrace
I am broken when I see your face
How can pain be so reliving?
How can love be so deceiving?
Update:ha ha ha ha
Update 3:ok ok i know the typos i just did it to piss someone off lol
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How the hell am i gonna call you when i don't even have your number??? LOL
I must say it sounded quite good until I saw the additional info.
Very true... Good poem.
good job, I like this one