a creative poem title

[Mannequin]

extracting from reality
a truth i cannot take.
breathing in open fumes
of strong suicidal hate.

im no longer alone
i gave others so much
i feel its time to go
rid myself of another's touch.

in peace or by virtue
ill disappear into the night
my dreams cannot cure me
its time to end this fight

by a burning flame ill cry
no one will leave me be
even in such a diverse world
there is no one like me.

-me

[Underground_Network]

Wow, that's pretty good. I think that you could put the word else before like in the last line though. It sounds better that way to me. Other than that, its incredible, I love how you managed to make it rhyme and it still made sense and was a great poem. Rhyming is really tough in poetry.

[Chatsworth]

Exactly what underground said.

Nice work!!!:yeah: