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What Used To Be

Poetry By: tigergoddess81
Poetry



The words speak for themselves I think.


Submitted:Mar 1, 2007    Reads: 187    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   


There used to be a light,
one could see within my eyes,
it had once shown so bright,
and now begins to fade with my cries.

There used to be a grin on my face,
with every new person I'd meet,
it had once been flashed all over the place,
and now begins to turn upside down with defeat.

There used to be a space in my heart,
with room for everyone to fit,
it had once been so strong never to fall apart,
but now is chipped away with each new hit.

There used to be a joy in my life,
with the things I´┐Żloved to do,
not so much a hint of strife,
and now has become subdued.

Now I should say "Thanks for this.",
for what my world has now become,
it is fully void of any bliss,
I am now empty and numb.

This one goes out to everyone,
whether you were an enemy or friend,
who stabbed me in the back for fun,
What you have done you cannot comprehend.

I'm now dead inside,
all what's left is an empty shell,
Just tossed aside,
without a care or farewell.




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