Life

This poem kind of sums up a part in my life in the past, where I had no one to turn to and ask for help. I hope that no one ever feels this way.

Destined to be alone,

Feeling the empty pain in my heart.

Shame racking my body,

Hating every part of me.

Seeking a difference

An improvement

A feeling.

Suffering from loneliness,

Having no where to turn.

Tortured and sorrowful.

Will this ever end?

Is there something more?

Can I feel again?