falling_toxic_rainA Poem by falling_toxic_rainI guess this is me, these words come so easily....if you want to know me a little better read..
Have I lost myself away?
to far off to even say? wondering in the back of my head, have I come to lose control of the only thing I could've saved? tonight I cry alone, the floor so cold against my bones. My tears are falling toxic rains, that never wash away. I thought I came to find my only truly love--I was dead wrong. I've remained in my apathetic state, to write away today. My sky's hold heavy grays, and my art consists of broken thoughts, to unclear for for the common eye to see past the smile I have. I'm lost, I'm drowning. My savior unknown and to late. I've never done a true bad deed, no corpse lay dead before me. No blood running through my hands. Have I done something from before that I haven't come to understand? Is this karma knocking at my door? My soul color black, something that doesn't blend to make a happy lad. I try to make my place, the Earth's not an easy place. Friends and foe's all hate me, use me so easily. I've come to create something real, something to help the surrounding peers. No credit did I take before, until now. In shame I live, within the shadow of my twin. I will never live up to be, never live enough to ever meet what she could do in an hour's time. This is just another poem, from the girl with a lack of love. This is just another poem, from the the girl without any real past. This is just another poem, from the girl that no one knows. This is just another poem, from the girl that life's corrupt. This is just another poem, of sadness and depression, a girl without a friend who travels the dirt and curvy roads to try to find a place. My arms they are shaking. My heart is here breaking. My legs have collapsed. My mind is lost. Where have I gone to be so lost? © 2011 falling_toxic_rainFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on September 13, 2011 Last Updated on September 13, 2011 Authorfalling_toxic_rainUtopia, CAAboutGet to know me: I am an open book, you can know me better than anyone has ever known me by reading my writes. I've never met anyone who has fully understood any of my works, so if you like try it,.. more.. |

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