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closet boxes 2002 When did I spiral straight out of control
how did I get into this gloomy black hole
did any of this take much of a toll
on the person that I used to be.
Has anyone noticed how different I am
and if so, what do they all think
do they see how my heart is about to give out
do they see how one day I will sink.
Nothing left here but a ball of stress
weary of tears and of pain
not capable of love or even of lust
no idea how I am still sane.
Nothing left of this broken wreak
wonder if I even do care
so tired of this world of nothing but pain
where nothing that happens is fair.
"where nothing that happens is fair"
that line in and of itself strikes a cord in me...
this poem was wonderfull...
i am so feeling this hun
but you have me and i notice and i see and i love you no matter what so you just call me any time day or night and I will be fair
ash
Much Love
Ashley