Pain
By Willow34645
here i sit, in front of my computer alone the rain beats the window yet it doesn't phase me i put up a tough front during the day, but when i go home, it's your taunting that drives me to cry you are the root of my pain when i close my eyes, it's your face that haunts me torturing me pointing and laughing not seeing me as the person i really am i would never let you see how your words affect me i would never dream of it that would just bring on more i try to push away the feelings inside but they just overwhelm me i open my eyes the pain is gone . . . for now. Written March 15th, 2002 © on Mar 15 2002 02:00 PM PST 0 • 1
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"here i sit, in front of my computer ..."