As i sit here not so cold but alone Issolated in a dessolate world i call my own The fear is great and the regrets too many to number Names that ive met but the face blur together Memories they held so dear slide away,nothing they become The tragic loss of so many or maybe the loss of just one Im alive to so many but dead to me Have been for many years why cant they see Will my life be remarkable or a great waste of time Wishing the answers would come or maybe just a sign Thinking of the people that dont think of you takes its tole Doing pointless things so the pain doesnt devoir my soul The scars on my body testement to wars waged within Inside the scars are killing me why wont the healing begin But when i was with you i didnt feel so dead Never trully happy but content instead Total and complete happiness was never to be That walked out of my life she never wanted me Why is this happening, why am i the one Is it complex, or is it because im his son Im so affraid to come back home So i sit here now so cold and even more alone
Reason for writing:
unable to be with the person you love more then life..
Birth sign: Virgo
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