vocally stunted.

Apr 12, 2010 00:25

and it’s that time of night again
when no one seems to listen
and no one wants to listen
nobody’s listening.

and you’re down, never up
when you can’t say a word
and you’re desperate to scream
so desperate to scream.

and you stare at the paper
when you just want to write
and tell people how you feel
about all the horrible things inside.

and sit and you cry
and think “what a life”
and just hope
that one day
things might get better.

writing, poem

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