My soul is cold
No feeling is left
No friends
No one
No will
No fate
No death
Here alone
In a cold world
With death
With hate
With lies
With no real
People inside
A soul of love
A deep secret is hold
That no one
Can know
What I feel inside
No feeling is left
No friends
No one
No will
No fate
No death
Here alone
In a cold world
With death
With hate
With lies
With no real
People inside
A soul of love
A deep secret is hold
That no one
Can know
What I feel inside
This is what some people feel like when there are down and no one is there.
1 comment:
Great poem Becca. I guess I could say that this is how I feel when I am down. I love how you wrote the poem. The words fit perfect.
Keep up the good work!
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