Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Elizabeth Grey Aug 2012
All I can feel
Is pain
Is confusion.

All I can feel
Is hurt
Is sorrow.

All I can feel
Is lonely
Is lost.

All I can feel
Is need
Is terror.

All these I feel
And yet-
Nothing.
Like all of my poetry, this is real. It's who I truly am, without the lies I tell to stay hidden.

— The End —