Feeling empty,
Tired and lonely,
The cause I know not.
Torn between finding happiness
And not finding it.
I live each day
Like I would a last.
Fighting it thus,
Like an animal fighting free of its captors
Anger and temper on alarming rise,
Like a bomb about to explode.
Feeling so incomplete
Alone and lost,
I want to take a break from it all,
Run away from myself.
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Random poems
PoetrySometimes, the only way we can truly express ourselves is by penning our emotions. When we need to be heard, but no one seems to listen. The only option is to write in hope that someday, someone truly worthy will listen and understand.
