by Erika Brown Dec 6, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
other
*I hear painful screams as i look around, i see nothing but what i am going to be if i keep living this nightmare. My heart screams out but there is no one around just people waiting around, counting there last few minutes alive. What can i do but to just keep still as my pain grows strong and deep as every second of life passes me by with no meaning or feeling. I feel like I'm living for nothing, living for no one. My tears of blood fall silently to the floor as i reminisce about the life I want to lead. As I walk with my head hanging low, I abuse myself, for my pain I am the only one to blame. I am just a victim caught in my own sick game, waiting for my time to be. caught in the lies and deceit of my unwanted past |
An other great poem. |