Before, I was an empty shell,
Before, I hated the world.
Before, I wished to go and cry,
Before, I wished to die.
And then, one person came,
Then another and another.
Then the sunlight fell as rain,
And banished all of the pain.
Before, I wished to stand by their side,
Before I never went with the tide.
Before, I wished for their smiles,
Before, I wished to laugh for miles.
And then it came, in neat short stabs,
Knife wound after wound, blood seeping out.
Tears have fallen,
Depression befallen.
Once again,
I am an empty shell.
Before, I wanted to scream and cry,
Before, I wanted to run and hide.
Before, I hid all my shadows within,
Locking them up with smiling lies.
It's still the same now,
Though the wound now a scab.
It still hurts a lot,
All this pain I have gone through.
Yes, I still want to cry,
Yes, I still want to die.
Yes, I still do lie,
Yes, I still ask why.
Why you have left me,
Why you can't see.
Why you won't listen,
My falling tears glisten.
Yes, I still smile,
Though the lie is worthwhile.
"But, it's worth it," I say,
"To lie for a smile."
To see him laugh and not cry,
To see him never ask why.
To see her smile, her light on a while,
To see her never see denial.
To see them laugh and play in the sun,
Looking as if it was all just fun.
Then, there's me in the shadows,
Pretending to be sunlight.
They're the brightest out there,
Darkness beware.
For the brightest of lights
Comes with the darkest of darks.
Then I sit and am reminded
of how I feel.
I'm so lonely.
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Poems
PoetryJust some rants by me. Maybe I'll publish my sucky old ones, maybe I won't. You'll never know.
