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by Kailey Mar 21, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I sit here in the quite dark, listen but don't hear. Quiet sparks. Question my life, why am I still breathin? Not sitting under the cold knife. I close my eyes, Seeing the future and present. But still only seeing mystery and lies. My breath shortening under the cold. My head is thudding. I'm feeling sold. Non-answerable questions sit in my head. My heart is crying out. Yet am I dead? With the lies impacted so deep. I cry out in fear. All the secrets I must keep.
by Xox P.a.U.L.i.n.A xoX
Great poem 5/5