The pain that I feel so deep inside,
The hurt, the shame, and all the lies.
People that I live with, thought they would be the people that I love.
With the hate, the anger, the yelling, the teasing, and the madness.
The more that I cry, the more I think there is no love.
When I go to school they always talk about me.
When I come home, that's not where I want to be.
Sometimes I feel like I don't want to be in this world.
If someone shot me I wonder how they would feel.
Happy, mad, or pretend that they are sad.
The pain that I feel so deep inside,
The hurt, the shame, and all the lies.
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Thoughts For The Lonesome
PoetryThis is part three of my "thoughts" series. Tale No One (Part 1) Thoughts Before Bed (Part 2) Thoughts for the lonesome (Part 3) No need to read them in order, just read what suits you best. Thanks for reading. Harry
