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What do you do when your feelings are mixed up inside you
You try to be happy but inside your always blue
At times you’d like to cry but there’s people all about
So you hold it back and try not to pout
You try not to think of the bad times you had
And try to be happy but inside your always sad
You know exactly what you really want to say
But you can never get it out to this very day
It runs about in your head both day and night
And it doesn’t go away no matter how hard you fight
People ask “How are you” you say “good” what a lie
If they only knew you would really rather cry
No matter what you do it is always on your mind
And all the people around you are so happy and kind
You try everything but nothing seems to work
All that pain because of one little hurt
No one understands what you’re going thru now
You want to live a happy life but you don’t know how.

Feeling Lonely

feeling lonely,

i wake in the morning and feel nothing but pain,

thoughts race they come again and again

where can i go what can i do ,where ever i go loneliness comes to,

a feeling of hurt a feeling of pain runs through my body like i can’t explain,

feeling inferior feeling no good when all u crave is to be understood ,

days seem so long nites hard to bear the feeling of loneliness the feeling of despair

my insides burn with fire and pain longing for freedom again and again

emotions run high the mind turns in living this way feels like I’ve sinned

longing for people longing for fun if only an angel could show me what has to be done

i want to be happy i want to feel free of this feeling called loneliness deep inside me

all i can do is wait and pray for i believe that maybe one day

an angel will come and show me the way.

s. davies



I sit alone and stare,

at a world I know is there

but can’t connect to.

Lonely is what I know,

Lonely is who I am,

Lonely is what I have always been

I look at others who seem so happy,

laughing, joking, sharing, caring.

It is a strange world they live in,

It looks warm and full of colour,

unlike mine which is cold and black

How I long to travel there

And sit with them for a while.

But it is a world that I don’t know

It seems strange, foreign.

So I think I’ll stay here for now,

and sit alone and stare,

at a world I know is there

but is not for me

Gareth S Brown