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This feeling inside!
I used to feel it through all my life,
Is not like the same no more.
Tired from complaining and having pity on my self,
All my memories I erased them from my mind,
Lost in my body, lost in my world,
My tongue is exhausted; my tear drops are dry,
Not sad, not happy,
Not even alive!
Don’t want to eat, don’t want to starve,
Forgot my language, I don’t care to speak no more!
All the places I go are the same,
All the faces I meet, I have nothing to share.
There is strange spirit captured my body,
My soul has been stabbed,
My soul has been brunt away!
This feeling inside!
Carelessness!
Quietness!
Emptiness!
So numb inside!
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To me, writing poems is like when I need to scream and get everything out of me!
It's food for my soul!
It's like the crying of a child asking for his toy!
It's like the most beautiful view on earth!
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the empty poem Elizabeth M. DeHeart | Mar 4th, 2005
Is this how you feel, or have felt in the past or sometimes. I have felt like this in the past.
Elisa | Mar 13th, 2005
hello dear,
you are not alone!!! ... thanks for sharing ... never forget - many feel like you
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