Life can hurt

July 13, 2011
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Anything less than perfect
Is dirt to them.
I turn my back
And I hear the whispers
Which releases the
Dew that’s been held in
Too long.
The echoing in my head starts
The negative comments
I can’t help but
No one’s there to
Tell me they’re
They over take me
I’m drowning
In the sea of
Loneliness and hopelessness.
I’m never good at anything
Always second best
Hard to believe
I’m not any of those.
I’m jealous of the clouds
Who hang there freely above me.
No cares, no hate
The sky is bountiful
Never Ending
Tears drown my face
Leaving it’s deep
Trail of Sorrow
That I wish one day
Hope will carry away.

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