I was high on my depression when I wrote this whole poem.
Do u see a page break?
"Mirror, mirror, on the wall?"
"Who am I?"
giggle
My mind just giggled.
That's a little odd...
"Ask yourself"
I cried at the question of my existance,
I was only replied with silences,
silence and giggles...
"You child were never meant to be"
I've broke, crash,
Like a computer, by myself, I cannot heal,
And no god will help my manmade existance.
My hope and light can't handle it.
My sorrow will break me,
From my chains of sanity.
and I'll be dead to the world...
I would stand between time,
Watch people go on with their lives.
They don't know that they're the ones...
carefree...
They don't have time to stop and realize.
They don't have time for me.
but then again...
If they did end up to where I am,
What would I have to offer?
I wouldn't have anything for them.
And that kills me,
Because it would hurt them.
yep, that's it,
My life is worthless.
Where I stand in time should be erased.
My hope can stop crying, may sorrow constume me.
and time moves on...
Do u see a page break?
Whaaaaaaaaaaa!
Please review! I know I suck at it anyways XP