10:51 p.m. -- an attempt to write
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and everything i write disappears and everything i say goes unheard everything i do is a waste nothing that i see goes away. i'm just trying hard not to fall into that deep hole i grew in but every single thought in my mind keeps telling me i'm home. i must not have heard myself right that time i thought i was set free i know now how it hassn't changed i didn't see it was all in me. and no one knew where i was hidden and no one knew i was gone and no thought of asking how it was that things went wrong. now bewildered and forgotten i can keep away the questioned looks that familiar vioce inside my thoughts telling me i am only but a dream. i'm only in a dream. Samanthabook funny faces the corridor of poetry bookshelf stories 'n stuff cast |