June 2012
I'm not like all the other boys. Empty and dulled, down and alone. Dripping through days I'm amazed I can face. Facebook friends I wouldn't look in the eye boast of happiness of Bank Holiday highs gone by, friends and girlfriends, sunshine on a rainy weekend.
And I sit and I cry, tears slide into a whizzed up swash of downward spirals, washing the pain. I'm not like all the other boys, I'm dieing and drained, tired of this game, this bottomless barrel of torture and pain.
Always this way, up and down somewhat yet fall back down to this, sat on my own with a laptop and phone, not beeping nor phoned, I quietly groan.
Friends too are alone, sad and ungrown, single and desperate and all that I hate, all that I fear, and all I've become.
I sit and mouth dips, eyes flicker and fall, head sways in a daze, this life is a maze, of loneliness and pain.
And I sit and I cry, tears slide into a whizzed up swash of downward spirals, washing the pain. I'm not like all the other boys, I'm dieing and drained, tired of this game, this bottomless barrel of torture and pain.
Always this way, up and down somewhat yet fall back down to this, sat on my own with a laptop and phone, not beeping nor phoned, I quietly groan.
Friends too are alone, sad and ungrown, single and desperate and all that I hate, all that I fear, and all I've become.
I sit and mouth dips, eyes flicker and fall, head sways in a daze, this life is a maze, of loneliness and pain.
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hope your ok. Have you decied if you are coming to Barcelona 
Posted 8th June 2012 at 22:53 by Silver 
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Sad poem, but enjoyed it
Posted 13th June 2012 at 15:54 by Winnie57
