lonely tommorrow

Xblackwidow20X

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Lonely Tomorrow


 


Being alone is the scariest feeling.



When there is no one around to talk to.



When you're stuck in a rut of loneliness.



When you feel as if no one could possibly love you.


 


When you feel ugly no matter what they will say.



The face in the mirror is even full of despair.



The personality has become annoying.



The people who loved you once, no longer care.


 


Then the world you live in begins to transform.



It takes on a new face.



The people that were once here are dead to you now.



There is no one worth the pain in this place.


 


You go though the day without help.



You feel nothing but disgust for these people who fake sympathy.



You're too insecure to even be concerned.



You hide your confusion in your misery.


 


You forbid too cry because tears show weakness.



Frowns bring nothing but questions and sorrow.



All memories of the past are erased to protect the isolation you now live in.



Now you dread for another lonely tomorrow.


 


written by: Terry O


 

lpp

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tell me what you think.......


 


Lonely Tomorrow


 


Being alone is the scariest feeling.



When there is no one around to talk to.



When you're stuck in a rut of loneliness.



When you feel as if no one could possibly love you.


 


When you feel ugly no matter what they will say.



The face in the mirror is even full of despair.



The personality has become annoying.



The people who loved you once, no longer care.


 


Then the world you live in begins to transform.



It takes on a new face.



The people that were once here are dead to you now.



There is no one worth the pain in this place.


 


You go though the day without help.



You feel nothing but disgust for these people who fake sympathy.



You're too insecure to even be concerned.



You hide your confusion in your misery.


 


You forbid too cry because tears show weakness.



Frowns bring nothing but questions and sorrow.



All memories of the past are erased to protect the isolation you now live in.



Now you dread for another lonely tomorrow.


 


written by: Terry O
HOLY ******* ****

this is me right here in the poem is me

this this is good

 
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