my poem.
Shattered Gaze
She walks this earth
in a complete daze
She's always naive
and she thinks there's a better place
She laughs a hollow laugh
hoping that no one will hear
She cries at night
holding back the tears of fear
One day she finally realized
She came to her senses and said
"What am I doing here?"
She wasn't ready for the life to come
She wanted life now and not the love for tomorrow
I think of suicide
I think of pills
I think of cutting
but nothing will fill
but nothing will heal
and I feel I haven't yet been sealed
She said I'm scared
There wasn't anyone there to hold her hand
She pictured it different
It was suppose to be peaceful, a cry of relief
but how could she complain?
Her sadness had now left her plain
She had missed the point
and it had been too late
Now the start has been forgotten,
while the end remains and reherses to be played again