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murad. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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what am i living for ?
for eating, sleeping and working...
what is so special in my life ?
whenever i sit alone ,i keep on crying
for something that i want very much,
for something that i cant find...
and this thing made me hate everything around me ,
even the nearest person to me.
i hate myself for not changing my life,
for not being happy ,
for not being genuine with my self,
for not being extrovert
for obliging myself to be detached from the world and from the people around me.
but i the love the Sara in me , the Sara that's sleeping deeply in my soul waiting
for me to wake up her...
but my question is :is she going to help me???
some people born to be happy and to have a nice, easy life
but some people born to have a tough and a hard life...
why do i have to be from the second kind ???
i keep telling myself : im the happiest person on earth, which is not .
i try to fill my time in anything to stop the feeling of orgasm ,
because it hurts my soul a lot , and it's hard to be healed again ...