Untitled 2

Untitled 2

A Poem by MrV

What's the point of trying.....all hope is dying.
These tears are real that I'm crying.
Just like all the others, no truth hovers..
Caring only for one, (yourself)
Not worth the time....this treatment is a crime.
Wretched creature, pathetic and pitiful, 
Spending its time tearing away at other's hearts...souls...minds...and still no satisfaction.
What's the point.. who cares? 
Not you. That much is true.
Nobody cares....
But you. 

© 2012 MrV


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Added on March 27, 2012
Last Updated on March 27, 2012

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MrV
MrV

Crossville , TN



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As of the moment, what's on here was written while I was still in high school, so it's between four to seven years old. So, uh..be ready for some sappy teen poems. more..

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