Tears of pain

As I sit here crying,

these tears of pain.

My mind runs in circles,

figuring out this game.

No one knows I cry at night.

No one hears the screams.

I sit hear in my room this night,

surrounded by many things.

None of which I really want,

None of which I need.

The tears I cry are tears of hate.

I hate myself for the things I do.

For the pain I cause to others.

I wish I could end it all,

without a bloody mess.

I know it will never happen

I havent the guts to do it.

So I'll stay in this room of mine,

figuring out this game.

Hating every moment with an

undying passion.

Until the day comes when I

am free of this land, and

the misery that inhabits it.

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M.K 12/4/05