^Just A^
By Brenden Smith
I am just a shell and
I echo all my pain out,
in a never ending howl.
I am just a tree
With the bark removed.
I still stand,
But I am dead.
I am just a ocean of tears.
Made by all the people,
Who have never loved me.
I am just a crow.
Feeding off my
Own dead insides.
I am just a skull.
All the seeming
Of a human
But drained of life.
I am just me...
And that’s the worst one.














Comments
As if it's been searching through the ages for something it will never find. and it knows that but it does'nt care. because hope has turned into the motive of sucide.
Good poem!!!
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Beware of Color-blind A.D.D. Artist!
.IRON FØX.
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Always throwing parties...to cover the silence.
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Love and hate are the same in the same way up and down are the same, both are directions that go different ways.
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