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by gong   Oct 24, 2007


I watch the world go by
As I stand at the window and cry
What's the point anymore?
Nothing has a meaning like before

The dreams are beginning to disappear
As I wonder why I'm still here
The pain grows inside
And beneath this smile I hide

Always hiding so you don't see me
Ashamed of the person I've grown to be
Falling pieces bit by bit
And I'm sick and tired of it

I cut my fragile skin
Looking deep within
Watching at all this pain
As it bleed from me again

Just wanting to end all this
Had enough of the melancholies
Tired of being this nobody
Tired of being me

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