Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2018
You don't know what its like
To be unwanted by everyone,
To see through all the fake smiles
they show.

You don't know what its like
To want to die,
And be unwanted by Death.

But I do.
I live with this pain everyday.
Knowing that not even Death wants me.

I suffer in silence,
Not because I won't speak,
But because no one will listen.
Sly
Written by
Sly
190
     Alysia Marie and Sibuor
Please log in to view and add comments on poems