Tortured Life

Misery puddles in my eyes
Making it hard for me to see
While confusion builds in my mind
And anger waits to be set free

Once again lonliness surrounds me
Pulling me from those I adore
I am isolated and desolate
Comfort for me is no more

Im afraid of love
Scared of the pain it gives
So I exist a lonely soul
A *tortured life *I live

:)

this poem goes with my life...

Re: Tortured Life

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hehe, you hit the poetry section and everybody is giving you a thumbs-up. If this was Cafe, everyone would be giving you flowers.

A good piece, mon ami.

Very nice