Ignorance and stubbornness is everything of you,

Treating her like a slave is true.

Her time, energy and love is what you consume,

Leaving me with nothing, but her gloom.

Blame is what you give to her for all she helps you with,

Saying all your problems she made forthwith.

All she does is not good enough in her eyes,

Still, she will do anything to please you until her demise.

I’ll never understand what she sees in you whom is so cruel,

Someone who cheats and lies; you’re some tool.

One day soon she’ll leave you,

Then all you will feel is rue.

Finally she’ll be free and abloom,

And leave you alone to suffer your doom.

Once again we’ll be happy as goldsmiths,

Our memories of you will be only myths.

I hope your tears for her never dries,

Feel all the pain we felt from your lies.

This fantasy of mine is my fuel,

To get me through my life that you made into a whirlpool.

Emotional Loneliness My Personal Life Pain Poetry


Alone I am, again, I’m left in bane.

So many days have gone by,

Since a person to said to me “hi”.

All I can do is watch others from the blinds,

Only able to have conversations in my mind.

I don’t live alone, but she is never there,

To see her there is something quite rare.

To busy to even call to make sure I’m not dead,

I wonder, what if I made myself bled.

Though the idea always in my thoughts,

The loved I’d gain would be ersatz.

Instead I listen to my music and TV,

Drowning all the thoughts of she.

I’ve become so accustom to solitary,

That being with others makes me wary.

She wants me to be more involved in her life,

But doing so now gives me so much strife.

I embrace my solitude and all of it’s melancholy,

I now reject everything that make me folly.


Loneliness My Personal Life Poetry