Crying in the corner,
thinking it will never end.
Thinking no one likes me,
thinking no one will ever love me.
It hurts to feel this way,
is the world suppose to be this cold, this cruel?
Thinking everyone dispises you and that you'll never amount to anything.
Feeling pathetic isn't even the right word for it all.
I don't think there is a word for what i feel.
Just think about what i see,
people all around me saying that they love me but it doesn't feel true.
No matter how happy i may feel for a moment or such.
So in the corners i stay...
Thinking the same thoughts,
feeling worthless and such.
Is ones heart suppose to feel this way?
Sometimes i guess it must be true even though i understand its not.
My heart seems lost in the mix of it all,
senses lost as i feel.
I cry not just because i know i feel lonely,
i cry because i feel no love,
when its right there infront of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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