Each day passes by,
and time slips away.
A road of lost chances.
A lost love vanishing.
Dreams no longer aspired.
Walking down the same roads.
Ending up at the same dead ends.
This is my existence.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Leah (188.8.131.52) -- Thursday, November 20 2003, 09:20 pm|
Sorry you feel that way. I woke up this morninr and thought "another pointless day"....I feel like my life ahs no meaning or purpose and that it wouldnt matter if I was gone lol....anyway hope you get over this...
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