At times, I think in silence
Feeling sorry for myself
There is no love for me here
That I can see.
Everything has a limit
But my rejection is beyond limits
Most people are pushed away
But I have been pushed of a cliff.
It is true
That isolation is my only friend
I'm like a leftover meal
Unwanted and tasteless
Taking in and spat out.
I struggle through life
No one to comfort me
Reaching out for help
But no one came to my aid.
They took my patience for stupidity
Using abusive words on me
But all I have left
Is me, myself and I.
Having that feeling of rejection is hard, I wrote this poet hoping someone will understand my pain.😔😟😞
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PoetryPoetries of love, Romance, Depression, life, joy, hatred, anger, death...all in one. Words on paper that struck my heart with emotions... allowing tears to drop...like rain from above... making my cheeks soak from tears...with an inevited need...
