In the darkness of my room I begin to drift to sleep state,
I slowly see myself as another being, cold and dark,
As this thing becomes more clear I feel the hate she generates.
As I begin to awaken I hear the distant cry of a lark.
By noon I have begun to feel alone and depressed,
I have been truend down by all my friends and left to be alone,
By six I feel more and more depressed,
The dawn comes again and again I'm left alone.
I see now that the girl in my dreams is me,
Why I dream this horrible way of life is still unknown,
I day dream about a place where none need to flee,
No one ever depressed and alone.
Everyone in this place is happy and full of glee,
But still I sit alone,
No where to go, no where to flee.
Still all on my own.
Cast out of my regular routine I sit at my locker,
No where to turn tail and hide,
Alone in the world by my locker,
I want to be in a small space, confined.
People come and go but still no sign of relief,
I wish for happiness,
I wish for an end to my grief,
I do not know happiness or if I will ever find true happiness.
The pages know not of what I write,
These simple pages only know their life is short,
They feel no pain or the painful bite,
They only wish to abort.
Like the paper I wish to abort this thing called pain,
I know not why I write this,
I have no gain,
I only use these words for my relief; my story; my poem.
