![]() Cold MidnightA Poem by CynthiaCold, Dark, I walked through streets, wind blew on my face.
As the sun rose, I walked back, to my home, I hate lights, this makes me remember, my hard childhood.
My home, I laughed, in a sad way, this shouldn't count as a home, it's wet, squeaky, scary, cold.
Home should be what? Warm, so why am I here? I want no one, to help me, I want, need, myself, only.
I dislike this world, no one cares about me, my parents, hate me, they abandoned me, years ago, sometimes, I even hate myself, I don't understand, what did I do wrong, that made my parents, hate myself so much.
I wanted to sleep, I can only dream, sleep, when I am sad, dreams bring me, to a new world, tears rolled, I lied on that ice like bed. © 2010 CynthiaAuthor's Note
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15 Reviews Added on August 21, 2010 Last Updated on August 21, 2010 Author![]() CynthiaHong KongAboutSorry everyone, but I didn't go on this site regularly, I also turn off my read request, but will be up as soon as I find this site... worth spending time on Hello! My name is Cynthia, I'm from Ho.. more..Writing
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