I feel
I feel hurt
I feel sad
I feel mad
I feel anger
I feel hopeless I feel faithless
I have hand's but can't I can't feel the them I ask
I have ear's I ask why i can here but can't feel I still can here
I have eye's I can see I can see I can see thing that other people can't see I ask my self over in over I ask them but they don't relpy. They say they love me than they are gone I can't feel them but in a moment i can feel them upon me than it's gone.
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2 comments
the ending
why is the ending so different
was that a retorical
was that a retorical question....cuz its your poem?
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