a strange untitled poem
By isa
A do not know what my mind is doing Driving me to my breaking point Insomnia is the only way I know The sleep never comes Pretty soon it won't matter I'll be gone, and I won't care I spent so amny years crying, crying I've had so many things go wrong I grew up thinking the world is a bad place I was angry, I am angry I was scared then and am still the same i tried to wipe the slate clean but the shadow will always be there Always staring into my bloodshot eyes My eyes are tired My brain is insane I can see through it, the shadow And I do nothing once again. Written January 22nd, 2002 © on Jan 21 2002 05:05 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"A do not know what my mind is doing..."