deconstruct

The Sixth Meeting

 

 

nobody knows

the tears, they come at night

at odd hours, at dawn

when i think no one is looking

nobody knows

the pain that burns my soul

i writhe in agony, scream in despair

i am alone

desolate in my misery i walk a long winding path

the road is dirt, my feet are tired

there is no rest for the unloved

no perfection can cure

there is no fix to this

to me

only sorrow

only grief

screams fallen on deaf ears

angels with broken wings can't fly

no wing are made for me

i stumble i fall

i bleed

i feel

i cry to ease away the hurt

but it never stops hurting

it never goes away

you're never enough

unwanted

unloved

unloved

not even perfection can fix

there is nothing

you are nothing

 

 

static.dream

 

 

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hunhunhunhun
#1
Chapter 1: Wah, this is random. Good job
staticdream
#2
sigh. when will we meet again?
kpopartory
#3
Hello fren! <br />
I feel the emotion coming from your poems. They are so alive, shouting to be heard. A message bursting to come out.<br />
I am here for you, if you need a fren. You are not alone.