Poems about Health

What do you call it when all you feel is pain? When your loved ones look at you and all you feel is shame?
I sit and wait for you to be there Sometimes I wonder if you even care? I sit and I cry waiting for the end
When will I stop torturing myself? I have myself convinced This world is my living hell
Appreciate art and the provider. Understand. Dreams become imaginable, felt, dreamt, painted, and written into a form of reality.
I sat here alone in the silence. I sat here alone and waited for her. I waited for her light in this darkness.
For we are the youth forever infinite, but precieve ourselves as grown, Analyist of many things, for more than what is shown.
What is it about life that makes life such a challenge?
God, my alone feels so good, but lately I’ve craving something more, something deeper I want love
I should have forgotten the way that you wear your wicked grin; coming from a dark dreamworld,
Some times I laugh out loud Showing you that I could care less What you have to say.

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