I sit alone in my room tonight, and let my mind flow when i spasm in fright.
I stopped myself for quite a while... Asking myself a list of quesions going on for miles and miles..
My questions composed of the same beginning, I thought my mind would not stop spinning..
Things like...
"Why am I always so stressed?"
Maybe I'm depressed..?
"Why am I afraid to ask about or for things?"
Because the answers can cut my fragile heart's strings?
"Why can't I speak what is truly on my mind?"
Maybe because I always find something to hide behind?
"Why do I feel lonely even if there are people all around me?"
Maybe I just don't fit in, i should maybe look around and see?
"Why do people say I look stoned because I can't sleep at night?"
They don't believe me because they don't have my sight?
"Why am I afraid of the anwser no?"
Because that answer is to hard of a blow..?
"Why do I care what people say about me when I usaully don't?"
Maybe i should care, but i probably won't?
"..Why don't I talk to people around me or at school?"
Because what they say is cruel..?
"Why am I antisocial..?"
Because i've been solitary all my life?
".....why do I have so many questions left unanswered..?"
Because the answers i fall to seem wrong and i swerve..?
And i've come to ask myself..
"................Why........?"
....Maybe I just....don't know...
-XxxShadowsBetweenUsxxX 10/11/08 11:33pm est
View User's Journal
...The Little Black Rain Cloud's Thoughts...
Poetry is the life for me, for lifes i have no other. I write about darkness, broken hearts, and hate,'cause Shadows is my name; title; my cover.
If you read my poetry, and like the depressive tone,comment me and tell me in a way thats all your own.
 |
