Taste Of Love And Hate

The summer was beautiful, under the moon. With sprinkles of mist, sparking the ground. I had never felt as lonely as I felt tonight. Everything felt so wrong, and it seemed that no one paid attention to me. Everyone thought I was going mad, Or going crazy. I kept asking my self what was wrong with me, But never did my body answer, I kept feeling sick eternally. One morning, I woke up expecting to get out of bed but only falling to the ground, I yelled for help but no one was around. I called for my father but he didn't answer me I called for my mother, but she died years ago Still its hard for me to let her go. I can't figure out what's happened with me when my mind tells my arms to move, they wont when I try and move my legs, they can't. And for once in my life, I wish someone would of paid attention to me, and if I died tomorrow, someone would miss me. Slowly my eyes got heavy, and I fell backwards in to the floor Not even I am home anymore. And I hope that when I die I will look in my mothers eyes and tell her, How you made my life this way, and what you helped me through, And how everyday I thought of nothing but you. And for all you've done I HATE YOU. Written October 10th, 2001 © on Oct 10 2001 01:04 PM PST, Shelly   0 • 8