Goodbye

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    Goodbye

    When will it stop?
    How will it end?
    how I feel is not for pretend,
    it is for real,
    how much i really want to kill,
    maybe you maybe me
    oneday we shall see.

    I feel so empty inside
    and so fake on the outside
    all I want to do is hide
    from this world
    from myself.
    Dammit I really need help.

    Its a feelind I can't desribe
    all I feel is numb
    Where did all this darkness come from?
    Not sure how it is
    or where its at
    it just happens like that.

    When you look at me me,
    what do you see?
    Do you see the darkness in me?
    No you see reality.
    When you listen to me,
    what do you hear?
    Does it sound like the end is near?

    Sitting here all alone,
    I wonder which way is home.
    I look this way,
    I look that way,
    looking for the brighter day.
    Suddenly I hear a voice say its going to be okay,
    I turn to see who it is
    to my surprise no one is there
    I daze off into that long empty stare.

    My mind racing again,
    thoughts in a clutter,
    all I can do is muster a stutter.

    So I sit this and write this letter,
    I feel it would be better,
    So I will hear no cry,
    I must now say goodbye.




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    optimistic commented on Goodbye

    06-10-2009

    Please don't say goodbye I really want to hear more of your writing you really have a deep imagination that move words across the page to make people want to hear. Good Write

    IsraelDenim commented on Goodbye

    06-10-2009

    Wow...I comment alot of poetry but this seriously is one of the best i've read so far. I give you a perfect ten for intensity on this piece of literature. Keep writing yo. =]

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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