A face

August 18, 2009
By Anonymous

Am I still alive on this cold desperate earth?
Begging to strive and yearning to grow.
Why do I feel nothing when your face appears?
Or is it just you cold bitter heart blocking my pain
That you can not see
For I am strong like a tree on the outside
But breaking apart like my favorite jeans
Remember those jeans? That I first ever saw you in
I loved your smile, your laugh, your eyes
Despite what I had been told I still wanted you
But now I see your face and realize
You’re just not worth my pain
My misery
My life.


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