for so long i've waited
to have someone save me
i think for years i yearned for the affection
and love of someone who sees me for who i am
and accept me
and millions of others
are looking for the same happiness
that one can no longer feel in their body.
i am waiting and waiting
for someone to pull me up
and tell me
i am enough
i am waiting for someone
who gives as much love
as i have to offer
because my body refuses to accept it
but the reality is
that no one can save me
the time ticks by
i don't know when the end is
but something within me cracks, withers,
and dies.
i wait like a fool
because the only thing i can only do now is wait until everything i have and own is exhausted into nothingness
loneliness
is a hard pill to swallow
but these are things you need to take
whether you like it or not.
i echoe to the wind my pain.
i hear nothing in return.
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Miscontrued Sentences
PoetryNo one can understand yourself better than you. But we can all relate to the feelings that are often miscontrued by media, language, and everything in between. This is my ode to poetry, to the sad, the lonely, to everyone, and to myself.
