Bad Day

Last night I slept four hours My stomach hurts, I have not much power My mom was talking behind my back Happiness I now greatly lack I hung on through the day weary and weak My depression is strong and my life seems meek I miss my mate and when falling asleep The last thing I did in bed was weep It seems like forever it will be Until once again it's just him and me As I write this I let out sighs All of life's promises now seem to be lies My body in pain as well as my heart With words from my own mother so cold, it tears me apart How I long to be old enough to just flee And search for happiness, wherever that might be I'm so fucking tired and depressed beyond words With tears in my eyes this poem seems a blur I can barely rhyme, my brain wants to shut down Though today I put on fake smiles, underneath was a frown Now I wait for my mate to get online Internet is the only way I can communicate with him, how fucking sublime Sometimes I question my reason for being alive It seems that it's pain on which my life thrives Yet I still sit here depression being a pain in my ass And I pray so hard that soon this will pass I wish I could make time go faster than this So I can get out of this hellhole, my only hope for bliss With tears in my eyes and a fake smile on my face My heart beats at a loathsome paceReally... REALLY bad day *sighs* Written February 4th, 2002 © on Feb 04 2002 07:40 AM PST   0 • 1