Here all alone
With people all around
Stuck here
in my silence
my mind full
and a lot to think about
questions to be answered
and answers to be questioned
the past coming to haunt
and the future to taunt
the pencil writing
my mind blank
my hand moving
my eyes closed
a constant thing
that constantly happens
and the pain inside
being too much to handle
PLEASE COMMENT ON THIS ONE...IT IS SUPPOSE TO BE PUBLISHED AND I WOULD LIKE TO GET IT FROM A READERS POINT OF VIEW RATHER THAN MINE OR A PROFESSIONAL...THE READER IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE WRITER OR THE PROFESSIONAL IF YOU ASK ME...
