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Nov 2009
Out of myself, inside myself
everythings just a dream
I wake up every day
nothing is as it seems
nothing is permanent
nothing is real
I can't see
I can"t feel
Tried to cry the other day
tried to feel whats inside
I sat there, nothing happened
seems my soul has died
Yet at times I feel so much
I feel the weight of the world
every persons sadness
every emotion twirled
I just can't handle it
so I don't feel at all
if I let it out, you see
I would have a fall
into the pit of myself
where I'm not here
this is why I do not cry
this is what I fear
Written by
connie rae sebert
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   Rachel Andrusiak
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