Plain as I can be
Twisted it becomes,
Far from this reality
Life plays games
With a voodoo doll of me.

Strung up I grasp to
The last breaths that
Keep me warm only do
Little to shield the pain.
Be glad this isn't you.

Drink from the cup of life
And start to choke
Reach out for a knife
To ease this inner pain
Release from my strife.

Look into a blue eye
To see a blank stare
Of a soul ready to die.
Damn hope and dreams
That make me wonder why.

This is all I can hold
Inside without bursting.
All that I was told
Has been fake. I feel
Like dying, at twenty years old.

08/05/2002

Posted on 08/05/2002
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