I'm tired of self pity. and lord, sometimes I want to cry, maybe just the shake of a hand, oh, no I want to die. Tell me, ol' you stranger, true friendships? or the lack there of? Tell me ol' you stranger, is there someone for me to love? I am tired of all this waiting. I am tired of feeling loneliness, I am tired of this neverending heartbreak, Lord, I am so tired of being depressed. But if someone, anyone one, knows that loneliness is too much to bear, am I wrong to ask you to spare some time, or just a kind word to share? Oh' you beautiful stranger, maybe they will see, to find it in their heart, to love someone like me. I know I am not perfect, well, and being beautiful doesn't level the plane, this quiet conversation in my mind, will make me go insane. WHy does love ignore me? Is it really fair? tell me is there someone who loves, or someone who really cares? Someone, out there, if only they could see, to find it in their hearts, to love someone like me?Birth sign: Libra
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