Friday, February 13, 2015

Poetry

Loneliness

My tears are black,
My eyes are red,
Become the demon in your head,
Lose yourself,
Just close your eyes
All thoughts of you, I've come to despise
I hate being misunderstood
By everyone around me
Maybe if they just looked up, then they would see
But everyone is oblivious
Yes, everyone is blind
So I will suffer alone, consoled only by my mind.

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