What Do I Want From Me, by Loneliness is condescending Subscribe to rss feed for Loneliness is condescending

Alone and forsaken my soul beings to rot in this house 
My eyes are full of empty promise waiting to be fulfilled 
Unmoving my limbs are growing useless under this collecting
dust 
Face turned away betrayed 
Please do not return my heart is slowly healing 
I’ve spent my tears so let them rest 
In this underlying darkness of my soul 

I leave a message to my self 
Begging for my heart to change 
There it lays  pasted to my soul 
Posted: 2005-11-02 04:49:10 UTC

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2006-03-29 18:45:33lost the lonely dead
its good to see someone else say the same thing, i must not be totally out to sea, then again.......well, good luck looking for an answer