Perfect Life

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By Simply-Me-20104

Late one night, I just couldn't sleep. For I was too busy, With a silent weep. Many a tears, Upon my pillow I shed. As I lie in darkness, Upon my bed. There's just to much wrong, With the world today. If this is all that it offers, It seems then why stay? There's just so much pain, Hurt, and tears. Steadily growing, Over the years. I cry because it hurts, I cry because I care. I cry for many reasons, And emptiness that's there. No one to talk to, No one to understand. No one knows, What's dealt into my hand. The pain I go through, Is just a hidden joke. "Your life is perfect" Are the words that are spoke. Because no one knows, That this isn't the first time, I've cried myself to sleep, Over this life that's mine.

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April 10, 2007 23:02Crimson.Wings

Interesting poem, easy to relate to. I like it.

June 25, 2009 03:03izzy

wow, can relate to this. some people asume and think someone's life is perfect and they don't really know what that person goes through. anyway nice poem.