Treasure Island

Neil AslettRobertson


Loneliness


My life is like a dead darkness,
Death creep over me when i'm asleep,
No one listens to what i have to say,
Is there anybody out there that wants me to stay,
Sitting there in a lonely room,
wondering if this is where i belong,
If i'll ever be complete,
Or will i live a dark life on my own,
The sensible people at school are not worth being nice to,
If i'm invisible, nobody cares bout what i do,
I don't get what life is meant to be,
Complicated, confusing, hard, suffering, Probably,
I post my feelings in an artwork,
But i mark it as trash,
Nobody ever gets me, and probably never will,
However, that's just how life is,
I'll have to learn to deal

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2014
Edited: Friday, January 03, 2014

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