Whats left of us?

So many answers fall into place
As I realize the truth I once could not face
It's unbelievable we made it this far
Without killing each other or starting a war
Your hatred for me and my hatred for you
Seem like an obstacle we will never make it through
So many dead promises and so many lies
Are the things that helped build my frustration so high
The emptiness you hold is like a posionous dart
But the pain that Ive felt is locked in my heart.

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falling_ashes
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Poll

How often do you write poetry?
Daily
20%
Weekly
11%
Monthly
2%
When the mood strikes
47%
During stressful or emotional times
13%
Not that frequently
4%
I just like to read poetry
3%
Total votes: 339