An unknown sadness,
Deep within.
Where did it come from?
Under your skin,
Below the surface.
Time is up,
Lost again.
Thought this sadness would leave,
That everything would be okay again.
Seems this was wrong
And now nothing is left.
What is there to find,
In such a cold world?
It's emptying sadness,
It's bowl of decay.
We live for this,
For there is nothing more,
And the sadness outpours upon the floor.
Where did it come from,
This sadness within?
The heart?
The mind?
Every past sin?
Sitting
Just to wait and wonder,
Where did it start,
Where did this begin?
Seems all was lost in endless time.
This sadness you never knew,
Holding back your life.
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1 Review Added on May 18, 2011 Last Updated on May 18, 2011 Author~DeathByButterflies~AboutI guess you could say I'm just a kid that likes to write poetry. I'm little more than that, really. I write how I feel, and feel how I write. It may not always be the best decision, or the best writin.. more..Writing
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