{"sf1_id":238768,"sf2_id":"V1YD9Mgn","title":"My true feelings","author":"Kael Falconvale","words":554,"posted_at":"2011-04-09T06:46:00.000Z","tags":["FEELINGS","Poem","Poetry","deep feelings","religious views"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/238768-my-true-feelings","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/V1YD9Mgn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ad/6f/ad6f33c6-060e-4fc4-9848-f9acdb7995b9","description":"","content":"When we were young we were taught to dream,\n\nwhen we got older, we where taught to love,  \nto share with others,  \nlater, we are taught to obey life,  \n  \nLifes a lie, a battlefield, never a moment of trust,  \nnever a moment of truth, always smothered in lies,  \nlies, from the beginning thats what we were taught,  \ntime shows us how much we still believe what is true,  \n  \nSlow your breathing, till your single tears falls from your nose,  \nliving yet another lie, have we never learned?  \ntime has never saved us, only hurt us.  \n  \nLove.. a word easily said, but how many, how many mean it?  \nwe all say the 'i love you' to family those dont matter,  \n'i love you's to our friends, it doesnt matter,  \nbut, when we say i love you to a lover, a boyfriend or girlfriend,  \ndo we mean it? When i say it, i do. i have always.  \n  \nnot to say this poem isnt a saying,  \nor just another laying or words,  \nbut feelings inside of us all,  \ncant we all just see the folly of words?  \n  \nEmotions are the strongest form of words one can have,  \nthey can drag you down,  \nthey can drag you out,  \nthey can hurt you, and most important of all,  \nthey can be read in the truths of the books of mankind.\n\n\u0026nbsp; the feelings of the lonelyness, the blackness,  \nthe death sentence from hell,  \nif only we all knew that we are all not alone,  \nwe are all together in the world,  \nall the same, no matter what,  \n  \nthe pain, we all feel it,  \nthe worst of all is the pain of losing someone dear to you,  \nor the pain of the latest cut on your arm,  \nlosing the will to fight from your holding cell,  \nthe blackness incarnate.  \n  \nthe deepest breath of that last time in the world,  \nthe ever closing light of the end,  \nthe drooping of the lids as you touch your lips to death,  \nnow dancing on that grave that was your own,  \n  \nSlowly realizing you aren't dead at all,  \nfinallizing your latest feelings in yet another poem,  \nwhy cant we just show them,  \nthe truth about everything?  \n  \nBecause no one listens anymore,  \ngoing about there own bussiness to ignore you,  \nlearn the ways of the lone ones,  \nin the pack never lost,  \nonly from the lips of the wind,  \n  \nthe gods have forsaken us,  \nwe are the forgotten,  \nonly lost to the minds of those not listening,  \nTomorrow may bring yet another day,  \nyet more saddness to have envelope us all,  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; no one listens anymore,  \ni am not here, but only for you, the time for me,  \nhas to come, but i dont want it this way,  \ntime shows all, but lies too all.  \n  \nnever felt so cold, till i found it all a lie,  \nfeeling your tears fall and freeze on your face,  \ntill i am alone..  \n  \nAm i truely alone? i say no,  \nyou say no, yet they say yes,  \nthey scream it with the will of god.  \n  \nGod, the one most powerful being in the world,  \nyet does nothing, nothing to save or persevere anything.  \n  \nif there was a time in believeing things where the way we where taught then we wouldnt be in the shit hole we all live in.  \n  \n\n"}