Life At 24

I’ve been living for 24 years

There have been very few tears

Never truely happy

I don’t want to be sappy

But nothing is as it appears.

I laugh, I joke, I smile, I live

But without you I have nothing to give

With friends I am alone

The centre of a cyclone

I wish you could forgive.

My room is a mess

In work it’s constant stress

I have no one to hug

Nowhere to feel snug

I long to feel your caress.

But I keep living

The Pain still unforgiving

Life alone can be hard

Better alone than you scarred

Your pain not worth reliving

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just wrote this while laying in bed.

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