ALONESS
When you feel alone,
It’s hard to feel any thing at all
Like love or hate it’s like we were born dead
Before we feel that
We feel just being happy
Then it hits us hard like nothing you or I can explain
It’s like I say to my self
We die every day
It’s hard to say or tell you cuz there’s no words can explain
We live, we learn, we die nothing more to be alone.
When you are alone there’s comes hate straight for the gates of hell.
When hate comes with death so let your self go
Think about dieing for once
STARTED THINKING
nicholas leisure
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aloness-talk-to-my-self/
