Deprived and neglected;
Why must I depend
On 11:11 wishes,
Hopes and pretend
Imaginary friends;
The only ones to notice
My frequent tears
Or the eyes that cry them
Mascara stained face
Sorrow stained heart
The soul that threatens
To fall apart
Time and time again
I shout, I cry, I yell
Insignificant to the world
That does not acknowledge me
Falling deeper and deeper
Into a pit of despair
Perhaps this was meant for me
But does anyone really care?
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Author:
Emi (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 2nd, 2011 10:55
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Excellent depiction of a selfish and thereby miserable character! What does 11:11 signify? You aptly described a lonely, depressed condition. The disturbing and fascinating fact is that this applies to so very many people. Very well done! I enjoyed how well you expressed it.
Thank you! 🙂 I'm not really sure where else this is used, but where I'm from, supposedly if you make a wish at 11:11, it will come true. It doesn't work, obviously, but it's always nice to try anyways. 🙂
I see. Thanks very much for explaining...and ya, I know only too well what you mean about trying anyway...but we should avoid such superstitious practices, seriously.
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