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Compliments are given,
but I am in the dark-
Silently crying
while others gawk.

The pain is so real,
the hurt goes too deep-
things start falling
and I still cannot sleep.

Others get pleasure, but me
I get pain -
While others are in sunshine
I walk in the rain...


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My soul is dropping, my heart is torn
no one can see I am dying and more than halfway gone.

Why should they know, why should they care, my soul is now gone and I am beyond repair.

God has torn me, by cursing my life, but why should he help me all is already lost.

I cry, I stumble, I weap, I fall...but no one can see how far I have gone.

So no one will come, and no one will care, and I am stuck and left here beyond repair.


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Looking for answers to questions of the past,
who do I turn to for all the straight facts?

Did anyone notice, did anyone see,
that while everyone was pre occupied I was still me?

The only one that knew, the only one that cared,
left me unexpectedly - abandoned - all alone.

Now no one is left, but that one is still on my mind...
where is the one now, and still the one see...
that once again while everyone is pre occupied,
it is killing me?

Very good poetry, Ladiebug.
You're like me. We write great poetry when we're in that kind of a mood.