Lies

by ViolentlyDisturbed   Nov 6, 2008


I have no inspiration left in my heart
I am sick of all the pain
I hang my head in shame
I am tired of being lonely
No one to write about
No happy thoughts flow though my mind
My friends have left me
My insecurity runs deeply
So i write these lies
Betraying my own heart
I talk of love, for one night of pain
I write about forgiveness and sh*t
But there is only emptiness in my heart
I am so sick of the lies
I am tired of my mask
But this story was already told
Deep within the pages of my soul
So bleed night skies, in my eyes!
Show me more then your lies

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  • 15 years ago

    by Curing the Comon Cliche

    Poem was from the heart, you can tell. The flow was okay, my advice is try to give it a consistent rhyme scheme. The rhymes were good, maybe a bit forced, but good. The meaning of the poem is... real. So many ppl now write poems to stop feeling, you're writing about lack of it. Good job

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