The feeling of being alone
oh, how I did hate
but when I think of it
its the only thing I appreciate
A place where I could scream
and no one will hear
a place where I could be myself
and no one will care
Oh, its music to my ear
brings peace to my heart
this is how I'll always be
its been so from the start
I learned to accept it
and love it for its flaws
and even if its total isolation
I'd never let down my walls
A heart made of stone
and a body with no soul
a mind full of hate
that's why I'm alone
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LIFE, LOVE, SUICIDE by Dionne Miller
PoetryPoems and quotes about love, suicide, life... Written by me Note: I don't write with feelings and don't dare steal what's on here "Talent is a gift waiting to be opened"
