Your Poetry Dot Com - Cold and Alone

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you don't hear anything not even a mouse.
I see how sunny it is outside, I hear the birds chirping,
and how beautiful it looks outside.
I step out to feel the warmth in the air, instead
I feel cold and alone, it isn't fair.
I see the bright side on the other side of the window
I reach and my hand out, I'm almost here, I can almost feel it....I lost it.
Happiness isn't meant for me
or God wouldn't put me through these tragedies
I've given up on my self, I quit trying
at the end I always feel like dying
I'm done feeling like an emotional child
like nobody cares for me
to think I deserve nobody not even the biggest jerk,
I'm so sick of feeling cold, alone, angry and hurt.
I'm through with being the outsider not by choice
I don't know why I have a larynx. I'm never heard, what's the point in using my voice?
I'm now deep inside a dark tunnel waiting to be saved,
lets just hope it doesn't take me to my grave. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 189 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Beautifully-Imperfect [notes] => Corrected spelling as requested ~ Moderator_18 Sept 2, 2010 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Cold and Alone

Cold and Alone
Date: Wednesday, 1st September 2010 @ 12:50:37 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Beautifully-Imperfect

It's cold inside my mom's house, it helps me sleep at night,
you don't hear anything not even a mouse.
I see how sunny it is outside, I hear the birds chirping,
and how beautiful it looks outside.
I step out to feel the warmth in the air, instead
I feel cold and alone, it isn't fair.
I see the bright side on the other side of the window
I reach and my hand out, I'm almost here, I can almost feel it....I lost it.
Happiness isn't meant for me
or God wouldn't put me through these tragedies
I've given up on my self, I quit trying
at the end I always feel like dying
I'm done feeling like an emotional child
like nobody cares for me
to think I deserve nobody not even the biggest jerk,
I'm so sick of feeling cold, alone, angry and hurt.
I'm through with being the outsider not by choice
I don't know why I have a larynx. I'm never heard, what's the point in using my voice?
I'm now deep inside a dark tunnel waiting to be saved,
lets just hope it doesn't take me to my grave.

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