I stand alone. Left by those I knew. Tortured by those I didnt. I look back to my life. And I think. Am I a void, or a mistake? I reach to where my heart was. Yet I find a black void of pain. I remember my family. And how to them I am now a forgotten voice. A lost mistake. I stand alone. Surrounded by the dark. Devoured by my emotions. I look forward in my life. Yet all I see. Is a black void.
Meh poems were best when I first started psting them... And its very rare I post poetry here anymore..
Well, we'll have to fix that. I dont think that was the best Ive heard, not a fantastic rytheme to it. 7/10