In this room of despair,
A man is sitting with demons
Inside his head.
In this room of memories,
Only death breathes,
A man lives with gloom,
A man dies with sadness.

Inside his eyes ,
In that depth of blue terror,
Years of despair are seen,
Years of struggle are painted.

His life,
Cruel and lonely,
Was never a joy,
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This man lives with demons
Of past.

I can see the pain that
Is painted on his face,
Silhouettes of past that
Play this Музыка of terror,
I see only darkness and despair
Inside the eyes of a sad man.
This sadness is mine too,
This poem is written by the curse of
The children who will never meet happiness,
This poem is a poem of a sad man,
A man who sees nothing but greys.

Ты go through life
Trying to succeed
Trying to fit in
Trying to be happy
Trying with all your сердце to get someone to Любовь you
But this Показать you’re putting up
This façade you’re keeping
It’s all a game

When I look at the world
I see the hunger, the poverty
The war, and the violence
Within it all
It’s hard to find the good
All what brings us joy

But then I look at the people
Who spend they’re lives
Attempting to change the world
Make it better
See all the things that life has to offer
A звезда in the middle of a black whole

It’s at that time that I think
Maybe life is worth living
If Ты stay true to yourself
And all Ты believe in

Sure it can be hell
But you’ve got to push through
Maybe happiness isn’t all it’s told to be
But Ты need to keep moving forward

So didn’t give up
And neither will I
And maybe, just maybe
We’ll all see our lives
As a life worth living

sorry for hateing you
sorry for everything

wish i could retrace my steps that day
now your gone moved away
i wish i could stand face to face with you

and say sorry for hurting Ты sorry for everything ive done
i hope your not dead i hope your alive if Ты are hear Чтение this my friend im sorry so sorry

i understand my friend if Ты will not forgive me i chose to be mad at Ты when Ты tried to apolagize
just know this Друзья are forever

i will keep Ты in my head if i forget ill still have Ты in my heart
and hopefully Ты will keep me in yours now your gone Ты wont see me but Ты have raised me up higher than the mountains

youve raised me up to еще then i can be
i was strong when i was on your sholders
i am sorry carolyn kellar for what has happend

I do recall mentioning this:
that of all the sports I have tried
running and jumping hurdles
did not sit well with me.

I simply cannot keep up with you
for your pace quickens after every hurdle
even as they get higher,
Ты seem to pass over with ease.

I really want to keep up but alas
I realized that Ты are stronger than me,
smarter than me, braver than me,
then it was made known to me: I had no chance.

I just want Ты to be happy
and see the smile that first captivated me
the smile Ты make whilst doing what you've wanted,
even if it meant leaving me behind.

Someone once said,
"Success is about moving forward"
while conquering every trial
and learning from them…

I'm happy that you're successful,
I'm happy that you're happy,
I'm happy that we've met,
and it would make me happier if Ты looked back.

I DID NOT WRITE THIS POEM. I FOUND IT ON FACEBOOK. The page was called The Writer's Circle, I think.

Today was the absolute worst день ever
And don't try to convince me that
There's something good in every день
Because, if Ты take a closer look,
The world is a pretty evil place.
Even if
Some goodness does shine through once in a while
Satisfaction and happiness doesn't last
And it's not true that
It's all in the mind and сердце
Because
True happiness can be obtained
Only if one's surroundings are good
It's not true that good exists
The reality
Creates
My attitude
It's all beyond my control
And you'll never in a million years hear me me say that
Today was a good day.
(Now read it from the bottom up)

Here I Stand Besides you
Don't Ты Even Realized That I Fight with Myself???????
against all the Reality that Can tore My souls..
I Can't make the loosing Fight with my own Hearth Beating..that was you...
Ты filling the hole that burned deep inside my Death Hearth,,
Ты MAke it Beating...
Flushing,,,
takes Me to the first Sunshines after my Nightmare..
Im Afraid..
I CAn't Imagine..
I CAn't Cope This..
How Can I Let My Self Flying high falling Free in Your Life,,then times awaits Me for hitting The Ground???????

Will I Survived from it?
Will I Still Have this beating then?
Help Me,,
Don't Let Me hit the Pain,,anymore..

Im Loosing,,Far Before The war Is Over..
Im in yours Now..
tie in ever single things Ты Make

Ты hold my Life's String..
Up....Down.... Lower...

Ты Stealing The best PArt Of Me..you Take it with Ты Now..
Now...
Im Nothing
Im Loosing this fight against my Self..
I Let My Self Falling In Любовь With Ты