Selfless Pain

A cry out for something to hold…
It just feels too real…
but it hurts to say…
everything is gone…
and nothing to feel…
all seems lost…
but you yourself must go…
the world looks down…
why am I making such a big f*****g deal...
I hate this and all the things I used to hold so dear…
called me friend but yet you kill me…
alone again…
except a longing for a pure cold death…
I laugh out loud…
but it seems so weird…
I just feel as if I knew…
but it’s hard and can’t imagine…
I will be gone...alone…

By Stephen Shoultz
Published: 6/10/2005		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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