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Becoming Me

Hope, Dreams, Love
All die.
All start from something, somewhere
But they all end at sometime.
Whether fulfilled or forgotten,
They were once there.
Once touchable
Once real.
And here we are,
Remembering what we have, or could have obtained.
Wondering what we could have done differently,
What we did right.
Here we are,
Pondering our presence,
In this world, our life.

If there really was any Hope
For our dreams,
If your dreams could have ever come true,
If love was ever possible,
For someone like you.
If only there was Hope.

If there really was a Dream
You always wanted to be true.
If only you had acquired the
love of those around you.
If only your hope was enough for your tears.
If there ever really was a Dream.

If there really was any Love
That filled your heart.
If only hope was more than just a whisper,
If only your dreams were enough
To fill the cold emptiness from inside.
If there really is such a thing called Love.

Tell me then,
Do you care.
Even for those who claim they did?
Could they look you in the eyes.
Apologize,
Say they a sorry for their lies?

So long ago,
You cried for what they said
They crushed your Hope
They raped your Dreams
And worse,
They lost your Love.

No more false Hope, Dreams, and Love.
No more living in shadows
Crying for what should have been.
Here I am today
Because of you, because of them,
A writer, an artist, and most of all,
A changed person.

sounds like the becomeing of a killer!

the typical poem that says "i've got one hell of a depressed life". I like it 4laugh

very nice poem! i thought it was very good myself! ^^