Desparation
Deep, dark, endless holesEternal night
Sorrow abound
Pain always pain
Encoded, unknown
Real the hurt is so real
Another shot to the heart
Time is wasted on me
I don't deserve your pity
Opt out I opt out of life
Never ending
Desparation
Deep, dark, endless holesfluffybunniezz commented on Desparation
10-20-2012
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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