Author: The Lost Girl
All alone, once again
As I sit, I'm at an end.
The knife is held tightly,
it's my security blanket,
The tears drip down,
I just can't take it.
Reminiscing about my day,
once again, it's all the same.
Hour by hour, I sat alone.
Wishing, pleading, that I could go home.
I'd find the thing that keeps me sane,
And let it slowly eat away the pain.
The pain of truth - I'm just a ghost.
When all I want, is to be loved the most.
------- Author's Notes -------
Another, not really great poem, from me.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Aimee: ) (22.214.171.124) -- Saturday, January 8 2005, 03:34 am|
dont be so hard on yourself! I bet your a really lovly person try to look at the bright side how ever hard it is! So many people are least fortunate than you! Some peopple have lost everything in this Huge Flood! hope you can find happniess -aimee
|Britney (126.96.36.199) -- Tuesday, January 11 2005, 02:39 am|
so good yet sad. Try and think better thoughts. ~Britney~
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