I lived, Not living.

I am not lost,

I am not sad,

I am not mad,

Fallen from grace, trying to find my place, 

The old me, gone without a trace,

What a waste of life,  I feel the cold edge of a knife.

Feeling cold? Could this explain why your suddenly bold?

For me, for us to see my down must be a plus, 

Do you believe in fate? I suddenly believe in hate. . .

Hate for you, for me, It's taken so long to see. , 

maybe I'm finally free..

Author's Note

Please ignore grammar & spelling, this is my first poem in a long time, it's more for expression then anything else, please read and enjoy. but do keep in mind, This was a free poem. : ) so go easy on itt.

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

For it being your first poem in a while, it's quite nice, again, you are really well with rhyming. Good job.

[alley]

It was really fearce. The kind thing's you whrite is a inner thought,