Original - 11th March 2011
Day in and Day out I look at myself with disgust.
How did I become this Monster.
Destroying everything that was good.
My appearance fades and attitutude does not bring satisfaction.
Only despair.
I cry at night, where no other eye sees and gaze at loss satisfactory.
My days become blur and my nights become peaceful.
At night how I feel at peace, no sound, no worries and no judgement.
How nights are quick and painfree, whereas days are long and a bore.
A false smile that I must portray, to warn othes that I'm safe.
My emptiness is nothing I can hide, as empty is nothing.
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