In The Crowded Room by Trisha De GraciaWhat a joke, sometimes it feels
like loneliness is on my heels
Chasing me through a room of friends
No one looks up, nor cares to end
A demon's quest to feed my pain
There's nothing left for me to gain
I'll run on forever, I'll trip, then fall
Then watch them laugh as I end it all.
04/01/2003 Author's Note: Written when I was thoroughly depressed...
Posted on 04/02/2003 Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
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