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I think this poem kind of sucks, but I had it lying around and wanted to know what people thought. It's not a cry for help or attention or anything; I wrote it a while ago when I was feeling really down.

 

Hope lived in a small town

Where some had never known her

And others had forgotten her

But she was alone.

 

Escaping heavy weights,

She disappeared to find

That all she had and all she was

Just never was enough.

 

No one noticed Hope

or that she felt she wasn't needed

She left each day, came back the same,

And no one knew she'd gone.

 

One day Hope lost herself

She up and left the small town.

But this time she didn't return.

And this time people noticed.

 

They searched for her

day and night, in the cold.

Now they knew how Hope felt every day;

desperately searching for something she'd never find alive.

 

They found Hope, far beyond repair.

They wished to God that they could revive her.

But all they had and all they were

Would never be enough.

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That's a pretty interesting poem. It is very complex and deep if you take the time to understand it (which isn't hard).

 

However, Hope shouldn't have built her life on what other people did. She should have lived from what she did for herself and others.

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