"lauch" poems
Rejection, it is painful!
I lauch myself at the idea of hope,
I throw myself into the notion of happiness,
I jump head first into something that could be,
Each and every time all I recieve is REJECTION
The steady reminder that I am not wanted,
The sharp feeling of not being choosen,
The constant pain of being unworthy,
Unworthy of being loved, of being the person that is picked
Being someone that is seen as being desirable, wanting to jump head first with me into something that could be,
But rejection, the reminder that what could be is indeed nothing more than a mere fleeting feeling.
Jul 19, 2021
Jul 19, 2021 at 3:16 PM UTC
You see her lauch
But her eyes are dead
You see her smile
But she isn't here
You see her
But at the same time you don't
You can see her dying
Day by day
Our by our
Minute by minute
Second by second
Caught in her illness
You wish you could give youre life for her.
Someone you always loved someone you always talked to someone who never judged you,
And shes going to leave.
She's going to... d
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May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 8:01 AM UTC