Existing
By dianes
I exist on a plane that has no name, Do all the things that I need to do everyday, To keep from going insane. I wake up in the morning, Trying to face the day, Knowing inside I’m dying. The tears fall in my heart, Even though you see my smile, Ripping me apart. So tired of just existing, There is life out there, I will just keep persisting… Written January 27th, 2002 © on Jan 26 2002 03:50 PM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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