Sucide

by ruth   Jan 29, 2007


A Migraine, a Headache
what it feels to be awake.
Drowning, Sinking
all hope is shrinking.
a Charade, a Lie
a Smile, then a Sigh.
Stumbling, Crying
the Pain alone is mine.
Screaming, Falling
no one hears me calling.
Sullen, Teary,
another day...how weary

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  • 17 years ago

    by ruth

    I felt the pain.. job well done

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