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[title] => Utterly Alone......
[time] => 2004-02-12 11:51:12
[hometext] => Long story short, my mom lost our house and I decided to go live with my step dad to stay local. While there, he had no food or money. Then he lost his apartment and I learned to hate my life. I had no one to turn to and nowhere to go...
[bodytext] => I’ve got a roof overhead, Shoes on my feet. Clothes on my back, Somewhere to sleep. I must be okay, It can’t be that bad. That’s what they say, But they don’t understand. That there’s no money in my pocket, No food in my mouth. Nobody to depend, No way to get around. No one to say ‘I Love You’, Or care when I get home. Don’t know where I’m going, But I’m going there alone. Utterly Alone… Not one person understands, They don’t even try. They go about their own business, They live their own lives. I stand in a crowded room, And yet, I’m still by myself. Doomed to be alone, Forever in this Hell… That there’s no money in my pocket, No food in my mouth. Nobody to depend, No way to get around. No one to say ‘I Love You’, Or care when I get home. Don’t know where I’m going, But I’m going there alone. Utterly Alone… My living arrangements are short term, That’s what they don’t know. I’ll be lucky to not end up on the streets, With nowhere to go. An idle mind is the Devil’s Playground, And the Devil is having fun. Making me miserably wish My time on Earth was done. Ashamed of thoughts so dark, Just like my life, I hide them away, And try to make things right. I’ve got no car or phone, No money or food. Love or any friends, Family and a home… I try to put money in my pockets, Food in my mouth. Myself, I depend on, I walk to get around. To myself, I say ‘I Love You’, And care when I get home. Still don’t know where I’m going, But I’m doomed to be alone. Utterly Alone… I miss my mother, Probably should’ve staid with her. At least she still cares, But sadly, she’s not here, So I’m alone, Completely alone, So Utterly Alone… Trying to keep money in my pocket, Food in my mouth. Somebody to depend on, A way to get around. Mommy, how I Love You, I want to go back home. But we can’t, so where are we going? Doesn’t matter, I’m going there alone. Utterly Alone… [comments] => 4 [counter] => 274 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Crys [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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