All my life
I've been building walls around me
In my own world safe
Where no one's ever found me
Untill the day
My wall rots away
And I build a new one
Isolating my life
I wait
And cry
And hope that someone will find me
But all this time waiting
I've lost my handle on reality
The reality that I am the unloved
The reality that I will never be warm
Only cold inside
Maybe this is what it's like
To die in my sleep
Not feeling my life
Slip away from me
But at least I'll be free
And see life outside my walls
And only see what love is supposed to be
And feel empty
That I have never felt
Such a warm feeling before.
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My poems from my old pro.
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