It is descriptive of the way I feel every day when I wake up.
This poem originally was published in Sad Poems - Depression and Suicide Poems
Something
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And so it came to be this isolation that I am I can only look to me to find the way it all began - this confusion, constant hunger for something more than this I strive to find this being that I envision, yet seem to miss. Could it be that I am empty- or maybe a little lost? Could it be that I am lonely, or seek happiness at any cost? This never-ending Something that I am living deep inside, depicts the illusion of myself and all I have to hide. |
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