I. Hate. This. Date: Thursday, 2nd February 2006 @ 04:41:38 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: trini I hate this. Delete it, Every poem I have ever written means nothing. Art can’t save me. Words posted for people to take pity on, Or to compliment. Either concludes to one thing, I am still here. Alone. Sitting in front of my computer. Waiting for something. Closure. Where have you gone? Words on a page, Randomly placed, There is no sense in them. But when has that ever made a difference? Delete this. I hate everything. This poem is Copyright © trini Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=114155