Insecurities get the best of some. I'm afraid I'm one. We can waste a lot of time feeling insecure. Trust me, life doesn't have to be so gray.
This poem originally was published in Sad Poems - Depression and Suicide Poems
Alone Again
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Four o'clock in the morning Afraid to open my eyes Another day of grief, A day of fear. All alone I feel. I try to justify all the pain, All of this guilt before my eyes. Another day of confusion, A day of wondering. Is it ever just going to go away? All this pain that I feel, And all this anger, is it going to stay? Ten o'clock in the evening, Afraid of the nightmares. Again my breathing stops. All I can do is stare into the night. What is it that causes this feeling? Another night of crying, A night of hiding, Alone once again. My heart feels empty, And I can't cry another tear. Another day wasted on insecurity, A day of wonder. Is this ever going to end? |
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