Knowing the truth
hurts so much more
at least before
i knew there was no hope
but to me
life can't escape
the impossible dream
that could've been
why did i have to pry
and keep wondering why
what if's
should of stayed in my mind
they say being intelligent
is knowing the answers
but being wise
is all about the questions
oh how i wish i was wiser
not caring about your answer
now i can't stop thinking
about all that's missing
what could have been
if i had of been different
but then it wouldn't of been the same
at least then i wouldn't be where i am now
i feel stupid and stuck
like the primary school game
where you wait for your saviour
and start running around
yet my saviour has finished with me
now onto another
do i get caught again
or run off into the wild
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Poems Never Told
PoetryMy poems aren't perfect, but at times i just feel like spurting out some words on paper. But so no one sees them, i put them on here instead..