No Existence.A Poem by StoryTailorI don't exist, no not at all. And what I do, means nothing at all. You walk right by, pretend to see. But I know the reality.
I don't exist, no not at all. And what I do, means nothing at all. Just yesterday, it started to rain. I stood out there, still, you couldn't see my pain.
I don't exist, no not at all. And what I do, means nothing at all. The day before, I walked away, and as I did I started to fall. But nobody could see me, not one. And I wasn't going to stop their fun.
I don't exist, no not at all. And what I do, means nothing at all. As I stand here, you walk away. And I do nothing to hide the pain. But you still don't see, what you mean to me.
I don't exist, no not at all. And what I do, means nothing at all. You left me here to ponder, and now my pondering is done. Still, I've got my question, how does something that's not there, find a way to hurt?
I don't exist, no not at all. And what I do, means nothing at all. If I'm not here, and I can't see. If I don't feel, and I don't breathe.
If I don't exist, not at all. How do I keep the ability to fall?
If I don't exist, not at all. How do I retain all this pain?
If I don't exist, not at all. How come I can still cry?
I don't exist, no not at all. Ad what I do, means nothing at all. © 2009 StoryTailorAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on November 14, 2009 AuthorStoryTailorTomorrow-morrow LandAbout---------------------------------------------------------------- To those who do not know me: Welp... hello all! There's not really much that you need to know. I like to read and write and dra.. more..Writing
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