Alone. . .
Which sucks.
No one's left,
Just me and shadows.
I long for the freedom,
Of friends always there for me.
But instead I am left for dead.
I just can not take this pain anymore.
It's best that i'm the only one to suffer. . .
But suffering is just for the weak ones,
I can beat this suffering, I'm strong!
No one can even stop me!
I'm gonna do just fine.
You just watch me,
I will win,
And be,
Fine. . .
Down and Up by One: The Growth and Loss of Sorrow
I felt like doing something different with how I wrote the poem, and after a few minutes of thinking, produced this peice! Tell me what ya think!Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
