Dark Corners Can Hold Secrets

Curled in to a tiny ball in the dark corner of a room.I raise my head and look around, but all I see is gloom.I stand up slowly and look around. I hear a voice close-by.I wonder if someone is hurt? and if so, I wonder why?The sound... it's someone crying, I wonder what is wrong.As I walk across the room, the crying becomes more strong.I start to see a silhouette of something up ahead.Its someone curled into a ball, and they slowly raise their head.'Hello' I ask 'Are you Okay'It stands and shakes its head.'Whats wrong?' I ask 'Can I help at all?'It says 'I wish that I were dead'It walks across a path of light and I see familiar eyes.I'm looking into the face of myself and all I can say is 'Why?''Life's to hard and I can't hang on' The voice says with broken words.'everyone hates and no one cares'and with that he dissappears.I agree as I turn away, and I walk back toward the wall.I sit down and start to cry curled up into a ball.'There is no point' I tell myself 'Why won't it all just end!'Until it does I'll stay right here and maybe just pretend.Curled in to a tiny ball in the dark corner of a room.I raise my head and look around, but all I see is gloom.... Written November 25th, 2000 © on Oct 29 2001 02:14 PM PST   18 • 0 • 10