Sympathy
I don’t need your sympathy.
I just need you here with me.
I might be dead inside,
But look at all these tears I’ve cried.
Swimming in a river of tears,
Right along with my greatest fears.
Thinking, writing, about the past.
All those good times, I knew it wouldn’t last
This poem was written/submitted by Chris Newlash..
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