All I want to do is scream!
Why can't you just be who you are...

I hate how the days drag on and on
With a pained empty heart...

Click. Glide. Snap.
Yes, it is still stained...

Leaning against the cold hard wall,
I determine what I must do...

Manifested dreams.
Hopeless second chances...

Thoughtlessness.
Make-believe...

Illusion. Pain. Distraught.
I have a dire need to be true...

-not a very good poem, just needed to get some...
How could you use me like this...

My life is passing me by.
It's moving on with other things to do...

Hopelessly gasping.
Gratifying, complete...

Blank stares.
Bad thoughts...

I'm sorry that I'm me.
I'm sorry for what I say...