The Next Day

The next day is filled With sadness and pain No one felt what i did It was driving me insane Growing ill physically On top of the emotional stress Cant believe everything surrounding me Theres an aching in my chest Hours pass Some silent and some lonely Try to help myself But i cant forget what they told me The clock nears 7 My phone begins to ring Its her of all people I wonder what this will bring She called to say sorry She wanted to make things right she couldnt wait any longer And wasnt gonna give up without a fight Still a bit angered We both discuss where we stand Our voices go from high to low we help eachother understand I give her my reasons For not wanting to talk the night before she says she didnt mean what she said But i told her that theres more I was never ever angry Just extremly badly hurt Couldnt believe myself or others I didnt know what i was worth I felt like if i had done something so wrong To make you say the things you said Then i must be a terrible person And that made me fear the end We knew we could get through this We knew all the while Things are slowly going back to normal And im once again able to smileThe end (check out "That night" its what happened before this poem) Written March 25th, 2002 © on Mar 25 2002 01:57 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1