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I look out my bedroom window
i see children playing happily in the street.
I see cars driving by
people getting home from whatever errands they ran to do.
As i look out my window i wonder
How do these people not know that
i'm in pain?
That i'm suffering here in this dark room?
Do they not care?
They just go about their daily lives
without a care in the world for
what's happening.
How dare they!
How dare they ignore my pain!
How dare they not care!
HOW DARE THEY go about they're lives as if nothing happened!
The clock is ticking.
The house is so quiet.
That's when i realize,
they don't know.
They don't want to know.
When i'm gone they'll think nothing of it
The world will go on and i realize,
i'm not so important after all.
- by whitejade13 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/30/2008 |
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- Title: Suffering
- Artist: whitejade13
- Description: I was having one of those moments when i wrote this. It's pretty self explanitory.
- Date: 11/30/2008
- Tags: suffering
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Comments (5 Comments)
- W a f f l e b u n n i e - 01/20/2009
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Nice!
Narcissistic much? - Report As Spam
- Cottoncandyocbra3 - 12/30/2008
- This is an excellent poem! Such emotion, reminds me of my "why are we born to die?" poem... Again, I understand your pain...
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- Pain-Killer 4 Dead Angels - 12/26/2008
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interesting moment.
Moments are the best to when you should write.
I appreciate this piece,
it is self explanatory.
Very well written. 5/5 - Report As Spam
- D4RK-Poet - 11/30/2008
- I've had so many of those moments.
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- Lady Calipso - 11/30/2008
- i can relate.
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