LONGING

My world is governed by a pack of lies,
darkness haunts me, of what I feel inside.
Days have gone by, the years have slowly passed,
but I keep on my toes; I'm very fast.
They say that they love me, and that they care,
but when I need them most, they're never there.
It's not that I don't love them; I always will,
but there are times I long for something still.
A whole other world, an alternate life,
occasionally there to rid my strife.
My mind is disgusted, my heart's afraid,
of friendships broken, and deals being made.
I don't know what it is I want, for sure,
but I want to see, maybe it's a cure.
It's not I don't love these, I never will,
but we all tend to long for something still.

I wanna go home!

Nah, I just wanna read more of this really cool poetry!