Joke of the Gods
By Spoot
What do they know about worthlessness, the hollow feeling that keeps you thinking you're less, what do they know about hopelessness, the knowledge that it won't turn out like some storybook text, why do they say that they understand? they've never experienced it firsthand, how do they think they know what you're feeling inside when your emotions are the first thing you hide as soon as you wake up you pack it away, with the vague feeling that if you do you'll last another day, and your window is your deepest hate and only friend, letting you see the world that is the last broken hope no one can't mend, and you always look outside when it's darkest at night, because then nobody can see the plight of a fallen child who used to be pure, a diety's joke gone bad that no god can cure.Sometimes I think I need happy pills. Written September 17th, 2001 © on Sep 17 2001 10:14 AM PST 10 • 0
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