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The Door

I sit in my room

Angry and alone

Sad but not showing it

I stare at my feet



I wait quietly

For someone

To walk in

Through my door



Someone anyone

Just to come

See I am ok

Just to be certain



I stare at that door

No one comes

Then I realize

I've been forgotten



The people I thought

Really cared for me

Knowingly forgot me

And did not come



They were the ones

That pushed me away

Put me in that room

Because they didn't care



When I needed

Someone the most

That's the point

Where I died



They are the reason

No one came

They are the reason

My door stayed shut

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this when I was really sad. I sat in my room and thought to myself no one is going to walk through that door.
It's always the points in your life when you need someone the most that the door stays shut.

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last updated 12 October 2010 - 7:04am
©12 March 2006 - 4:37am — Jayne
14 March 2006 - 8:58pm — Lloyd Wagoner (not verified)
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first off this is very nicely written, and secondly, it gets the feeling across so well. i totally know that feeling too. good work...and thanks for the critique on my thing. much love

peace