I wander wide,
Gaining no pride.
Feeling so lost.
Everything, it has cost.
Nothing, I've paid,
For guilt increased, like weight.
Heavy, heavier, heaviest,
Never will my heart now rest.
I feel as if I'm walking straight,
Yet not, because of the heavy weight.
You should stop.
It's not good.
Why?
I am confused.
Thought I was used..
Somewhat abused...
Not by someone though....
Or rather; not by someone else.
More like myself..
As a start..
More like..
My lonely heart.
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Introspection
Poetry"I can't keep everything in here forever" Welcome to my mind. In here, you'll find dozens of thoughts, mostly written like poetry. Prepare for a journey through pain, and suffering, but also through love and cheerfulness Warning: Some themes discus...
