THE FIGHT
Judged for being Emotional
Hated for these tears
They sneer at my cuts
They laugh at my fears
The moon is twice as lonely now
The stars are half as bright
I've lost my smile, my hope, my strength
I've gone and lost the fight
And what have I left to fight for?
Though I’ve nothing left to lose
I’ve nothing to gain either
But pain, a wound, a bruise
The moon is twice as lonely now
The stars are half as bright
I've lost my smile, my hope, my strength
I've gone and lost the fight
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry
PoetrySome of my poems. I can't say if they're 'dark' or 'light' if you know what I mean, because there is a mixture.. But I must warn you; I mainly right poetry when I'm a leetle depressed... So you have been warned.. :L
