'My Life' - Poem by Tabbitha Sloan
The Feeling of lonliness rest in my heart,
It feels like my life is being torn apart.
Night after night I sit in my bed,
Crying so hard my eyes turn red.
Where could he be?
What is he doing?
Is he thinking of me?
or is he out there screwing?
The love that I have remains so deep,
but sometimes I feel like he gets off seeing me weep.
I'm here wondering if he will change one day,
and show me he loves me, at least that is what i pray.
When will the tears stop falling from my eyes?
Does he see what he has, or will it take for me to die?
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