Sometimes things get weird;
The less you know,
the less you hurt.
Sometimes people you trust may deceive you;
Say stuff that truly affects you,
your heart hallow and empty.
Sometimes without any signs,
things mess up, leaving you bare.
I tend to get caught up pretty easily,
leading to disappointments.
People tell me to trust but every time I do: I regret.
People talk.
People stare.
People gossip.
All I want is a new start in life...
Move to another continent,
Forget everyone here,
New beginning,
New reputation.
I'm tired of feeling so alone even though I'm surrounded...
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Thoughts For The Lonesome
PoetryThis is part three of my "thoughts" series. Tale No One (Part 1) Thoughts Before Bed (Part 2) Thoughts for the lonesome (Part 3) No need to read them in order, just read what suits you best. Thanks for reading. Harry
