Poem

May 21, 2007 01:02

They look in my direction
But they don't see a thing...
They're blinded to the endless tears
That nighttime seems to bring

The days are just as empty
Still a nightmare as I wake...
Spent by fooling everyone
With happiness I fake

And there's so much I'd die to say
But fail to find the words
I'm screaming on the inside...
Yet I cannot be heard

life, poem

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