I Tried.
I try to be liked
and try to be loved,
but it always goes the same way
of misery and carved.
Carved out myself from the past behind,
For trying to find myself,
In this stream of time.
Hope someone would like me or love me,
For the things I've done and seen,
I can not even love myself.
Copyright © Eric Urbas | Year Posted 2009
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