Sitting Alone

Once again he sat there to wait
Just looking out the window
For something great
He closed her eyes
And wished of a life
Without the sorrows
And pain and strife
But he knew what would never be
The perfect life
Is not for me

He stood in the corner
While they all passed by
These people with the look of love
In their eye
No one knew
The things he would hide
All the emotions bottled up inside

He couldn't keep back
The urge to cry
With each passing day,
A part of him would die
If you don't believe me,
Come and see
This broken man....Is me

Reviews

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

your stuff is so sad reminds me of my darker days

I like this