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This Life Called Hell

Poetry By: WerewolfGirl

Another depressed stage poem.

Submitted:Apr 3, 2009    Reads: 111    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   

This Life Called Hell

In this life,

I have no hope,

No happiness.

No one cares,

If you live,

Or if you die.

The only ones that care,

Do not exist,

Once alive,

But now dead.


Like a runaway horse.

Like the wind in my soul.

I hear when someone loves you,

The pain,

It goes away.

If this is true,

I want the pain to go away,

I want to be loved.

But it will never happen.

In my life,

All there is,

Is sorrow.


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