Gone Poem by not needed

Gone

Rating: 5.0


Being alone could be to much,
It could be a subject hard to touch,
Tears running down my cheak,
I cant even speak,
I like how i use to be,
my personality out there for everyone to see.
I use to be proud of that person,
but now I cant stand in a crowd,
The people I knwe, You could call freinds,
The good ones are there until the end.
I'm missing my heart,
I'm falling apart.

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