Poem -

forgotten

Rain drops on Windows 
Rain clouds an dark sky's 
For all the ones who are forgotten 
Misplaced lost within the darkness
The pain deep inside from the broken 
The silent that kills us all
The scream that no one ever hears 
Pain an death are like the same 
Being broken an lost isn't the worst 
It's being forgotten all alone in the dark 
No one ever makes it through alive 
Death is always waiting an watching 
Pick up that blade you have done so many times,
The thoughts inside you head 
The voices as they start talking 
Being forgotten makes you crazy 
But crazy isn't it 
The pain you hide so well so others don't see,
The fakes smilies an fake laughing
The real happiness has been stolen from you, 
But it's better to have been being forgotten then broken

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Christopher Correia

this is pretty good, sara, I love how you capture the pain of loneliness, your mood setting pulled me in also, the poem hums in dark intriguing places, this is a very solid write with a fascinating point of view as well...good poem....cheers poet, and welcome!

Ps, not sure why you classified this one as 'erotic' and I read it twice, did I miss something?   

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sara vanderpool

No you didn't I must of clicked the wr92nd button I am so sorry but Thank you for the feedback it means a lot to me 

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