I'm walking down the street-
not picking but draging me feet.
Anger raising with every step I take-
Consiously smaking myself for the mistakes I have made.
Silently crying-
'I'm ok.' I keep lying.
I'm not broken, I'm not depressed-
Just confused, lonley, and severly stressed.
My friends keep talking-
But I can't bare to hear.
In the cold rain I'm walking-
Warmthly awaiting a tear.
I keep going through the motions in my head-
Bout' what actions and words would be said.
I can't help but weep-
For it's nowhere I see you, not even in dreams.
I turn my music louder-
To block out the nature.
I'm focusing on the ground in front of me-
I've noticed something that's difficult to see.
I've turned into was a swore I wouldn't-
Denials change everything that you couldn't.
All my words are bitter-
My words aren't sweet.
Not even the weather outside is as cold as me.
DO NOT STEAL THIS.
Catherine Linette ©
2007-2008
All rights Reserved.
I SWEAR IF ANYONE STEALS THIS I WILL STAB THEM WITH A SPORK! D<
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