I'm unsure about my self, my life, and my world.
I dont understand what is happening to me, what has happened to me, or what will happen to me.
I dont know love, I never have.
My life is ever changing, never ending.
...
I can't handle this any more.
The pain of life.
The sting of love.
All the pressure building up.
...
I'm traped in a room with no walls.
A prison with no bars.
Get me out.
Let me see the light that isn't there.
...
The days are shorter.
The nights are longer.
darkness consumes my world.
I can't find my way out.
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um i guess im just the averege jo...except my name isnt jo...and im not too averege...but oh wells. i love righting poetry of a sort and my insperation for it is my fiend candice. she got me into the whole writing scene.)
I Don'T Know Anything
I'm unsure about my self, my life, and my world.
I dont understand what is happening to me, what has happened to me, or what will happen to me.
I dont know love, I never have.
My life is ever changing, never ending.
I dont feel pain like I used to. I love it, I hate it, I dont understand it.
I hold in the tears though they long to escape.
I can't let the world see me for what I really am.
A child scared and alone.
Lost in the crowd.
Consumed by the clouds, darkness surounds me.
Isolated from the others who pass me by.
Is this all really...real?