Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Alone, as I was born,
 Using words to fill this void.
  I keep my heart to live not to love, 
I bury my flesh under my skin like a dead man.

The way of living is killing me, 
But I feel for a long time,
 That I have nothing left to lose 
After wasting my time...

Alone, as I often feel,
 Being surrounded by people
 Does not make me loved and appreciated.