Sigh of Exhaustion

By Loneliness is condescending • November 2, 2005 04:27 UTC

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

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November 26, 2005 06:10lost 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