Dark is my soul torn apart so often by the false love shown. The pain of non acceptance and the feeling of worthlessness beckons, and I accept with great enthusiasm. Married twice to pain and lies, thrown away by the ones I believed in. I accept the pain as I am in love with it, torn by my own self hatred and sense of nothingness, I attempt to die inside so I no longer feel, and I attempt to hurt to feel something real. Love mocks me and does not exist, the feeling companionship must not be for me. I myself create my misery, incompatible with anyone because of what I have become. I am an empty cup waiting to be filled, waiting to be loved waiting to be human once again, the thought is nice but not realistic. As I embrace my pain and remain weakly strong, you can gaze in my eyes and see my facade, but the me that I am you WILL NEVER SEE!
Post poem explanation
First off this is my first poem ever. I don't mind positive criticism, it will only make me better. I have been married twice and as we all know love = pain. These are my feelings on the concept of being unloved, lonely, and cold because of it. Thank you all for taking the time to read it.
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