Tonight - I whine - I ask why.
Was I meant to be this way? Do I care? -Silence- No one knows the answer. Am I supposed to be alone forever? Does this prove that if there is a god, he has a sick sense of humour? Was I meant to even be human? No one thinks exactly as I - I feel abondoned, yet I dind't have anyone in the first place TO abondon me. This doesn't rhyme, and I don't care - these thoughts come in no form of a sentence, and this seems to be all I can do. Typing, the screen harms my bloodshot eyes. And still, no answers. None at all and no one to ask my queries. What makes me different? Not, 'look ma, I wear black and wanna kill myself just like him' 'different', but true to the wird different. None no my pain. I have none but me for support. As much as Id like it to change, I KNOW it won't. So I have to end this. NO start, no end - just a transfer of thought. poor poetry, yes, but the only outlet available. I am no poet, nor do I care to be. Alone at heart, for as long as this life lasts. No one is worth trusting, and that's ok. Still no end - just a real darn long pause until my mind reboots. Yes, POOR poetry. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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