Desperation fills my heart,
My pain consumes my mind.
Suicidal thoughts bring me to tears.
The beautiful nightmares destroy my soul.
The light and happiness was there has disappeared.
The torment of living slowly kills me from the inside.
Hiding reality, though, is the hardest.
Friend and Family don’t realize that I hurt.
They spend more time thinking about themselves,
To care about my feelings.
The fake smiles appear to be real but,
I don’t matter enough to show my real emotions.
The memories of me will be lost and forgotten.
I will never find the love I’ve always dreamt of.
I am dead to you.
Lost, unable to be found.
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PoetryA collection of stories, and poems that I have written in the past or have recently written. Copy Rights to @daretodream_98
