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Updated on July 28, 2013

Hurt, anger, emptiness, despair and fear,

Pass through my world accompanied by a lonely tear,

Betrayal and deceit rear their ugly head,

Hearts turn black and wither, falling dead,

Confusion runs rampant and out of control,

Black feelings, cold as ice touch my soul,

Lost in this world so scared and alone,

Standing in the cold rain soaked to the bone.

The hurt and the anger let's me know I'm alive,

It's the emptiness and despair I fear I won't survive,

Reaching up from this dark place where I reside,

I realize there's no one there to help me outside,

The voices I am hearing and the shapes I see,

Are merely shadows of the people I thought them to be.

My cries for help fall on uncaring ears,

As my cup runneth over with thousands of tears,

Here is where I belong on the outside looking in,

Almost close enough to touch but falling short again.

Destined to remain in darkness for eternity,

Why is this how it has to be?


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    • Eiddwen profile image

      Eiddwen 4 years ago from Wales

      Full of emotion and a great share. Voting up and looking forward to many more.


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      Billy Joseph Ethridge 4 years ago from Georgetown, S.C.

      Betrayal by those close to you is a bitter pill to swallow. When your feelings don't even matter to your own flesh and blood it has gone beyond the norm.

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      frogyfish 4 years ago from Central United States of America

      ...that hurt, despair, betrayal...yes they too, will pass. You will survive...and those shadows of people who do not understand, will fade.

      As you pass through the blackness, keep looking for those stars.

      Touching expression of pain...but don't give up - let it pass.

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      Romeos Quill 4 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      For what it's worth, you're not on your own, kkingcrabb. This write is very heartfelt, with a touch of Johnny Cash about it.

      It sure helps some, to get most of the personal stuff down on paper, just for yourself. Don't let anyone torture you, or leave you seething, or teetering on the ragged edge - absolutely no one is worth that level of self-abasement.

      I know that you hardly know me, but I'll be thinking of ya man.