For the life in which I lived
I have seen many things
That have meant to be seen
Heard what was meant to be heard
Felt in my heart what was meant
To be felt
But now I am tired, worn, and broken
As I write this I die with each letter,
Word, sentence, poem
My soul starts to disappear, like sand
Being washed away by the ocean
As each grain is taken, a little of me
Is taken as well
There's no love for me here
No hope of a future
Nothing
I'm an emo lost at sea
Keep the people you love close
They may not always be here
Good-bye dear friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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