A storm rolls in slowly. Leaves trail away from the greenery they once had. A tear. A sigh. A feeling of a broken heart. I feel as though I’m dying. Would anybody care if I died? I don’t think they would. I say words that are only half the truth. You say words that seem like they are lost to me. A saddened smile. The past is returning from its once forgotten lore. My mind gives me comfort through thoughts of death. People walk on by me, as though I’m nothing. I am just a waste to society. I am a waste to myself. The time and space of this mornings sorrow brings me to a feeling of unwantedness. A bell tolls its last ring, and I am doomed to an eternity of purgatory. I have somehow forgotten what it means to be alive. Why aren’t you here showing me I should be living and not dead? I cry now of hasty tears. I hate my cruelness to you. I thought that I wouldn’t be no longer confused when I got to be with you, but was mistaken. You make me feel uneasy. Sometimes you make me feel uncomfortable. I still love you, but my heart is in agony because of the way you hurt me. I’m changing myself, just so you won’t fall out of love with me. I’m not changing myself for me. I cried in the middle of the night because I missed you. I long to be in your arms and by your side. I still have a sickness and I’m not sure if I should tell you.
note this poem is not by guest it is by me, WiccanBlood. I forgot my password, so I'm getting a new password, so to basically sum it up, I am not Wicca101 here I am WiccanBlood. I have other poems here on this website.