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.
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.
Written by
Elizabeth Grey
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