Dying Soul Poem by shirien keverenge

Dying Soul



my body is living but my soul has died
for the past 15 years before i slept i sat in bed and cried
the past is a unbearable hell that i do not wish to speak
in the mirror i see nothing but a freak
no father bad mother all alone in this hell
people always tell me it is going to get better it's all going to be well
but they do not see that i am slowly dying
exterior is happy; interior is silently crying
all i want is for someone to love me.... for me!
but how could anyone ever love such a girl as me.... this i know will never be..

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ted Sheridan 12 December 2008

I prayed for you today and then I read this poem. Trust God, write your poems. Praise him with poetry, there could be no better way to show your beauty and your soul.

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