Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

February 2, 2008

Alone

by Jessica

I am surrounded.
Yet I am completely alone.
The noise I hear,
has become my silence.
Those who once brought not but a smile to my face,
are now the ones who raise the hate that is within me.
Music my only refuge.
Life has become meaningless time has left me.
I no longer live only exist.
There is no moving backward,
and I see nothing ahead for me.
Is this my end?
I have no passion.
I have no desire.
I hide from this world.
I am hiding from the truth,
I cannot yet bare to face
There is no one I care to live for.
Why must I go on?
Why should I go on?
My sole is darkened.
I am alone,
yet the earth so full of people.
I have no place in this world.
I am alone.

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