The Story Of My Lonesome Life Poem by Logan Marsh

Here I stand. Alone. Longing for somebody to be with. Another day passes that I feel I made the wrong choice.I may be mad, but my fury settled long ago and sadness moved into the chasms of heart. I'm not one to give up easily, but I gave up on my self long ago. Sometime I sit and think, wonder, and remember the times I had fun.Most of my life I was alone. Crying in a corner of a dark place. Searching for an open door. A door to a place of freedom and love. Every caged bird needs to be free and let their wings spread. I am a bird trapped in a cage from a broken heart. The one I was true to lied to me. Pain now fills my dark, dark soul. And I feel nothing anymore. End my life, my sick, miserable life.