Sigh of Exhaustion, by Loneliness is condescending Subscribe to rss feed for Loneliness is condescending

Torn and dieing on the inside 
Keeping all of you blind 
The pain I hide is slowly killing me 
Deafening myself to your pleas 
Screaming to be left alone 
Hearing only dial tone 
Wishing that you would have stayed 
All but you begins to fade 
Remembering the better days 
When we were happy, my eyes were clear 
Young and with no fear 
Then the days becomes Night 
And there's nothing left to fight 
With all my youfull glory 
Posted: 2005-11-02 04:27:51 UTC

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2005-11-26 06:10:49lost the lonely dead
I'd like to right an opposite for this poem....maybe....im bored right now anyways...im afraid it wont turn out right though cause im not sure who "you" is in that poem so it might never sound right whatever im going to try anyway