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Sorrow ...
by Priyanka Dey
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  Oh how it hurts!
All this pain inside of me.
I don't know what to do.
I feel like nobody.
A man is in a crowd of sorrows
all these problems.
All these feelings.
Sometimes I wish I was never born
so I could save my mother all this pain
this hurt I have,
why can't it all go away?
I feel so weak.
Why is nothing going my way?
I want it to, for a change.
My insides hurt.
All these tears.
Going through all this pain.
All these years,
my soul is on fire.
My heart needs desire.
A deserving desire (you only)
I feel empty,
lost, trapped in a box.
Why can't it just go away?
All this hurt and pain.
The memories I have.
All the dreadful days
that have past,
it all went by so fast.
I feel screaming in Smoke
at the top of my lungs,
in order to have someone
hear me out,
but I cannot shout.
Only because I have no voice.
Then again it's my choice.
I am sad, I am blue.
What should I do?
I care for people too much sometimes
and they take advantage.
They seem to take my feelings for granted.
I can't stand it.
Maybe I shouldn't be so nice
but in the long run
I'll pay the price.
July 04 ,2010
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