I sit here staring
At this screen
Screaming inside
But not out loud because
That would be excessive
Eight years have gone by
And now
What good have I done
Is just staying out of
Trouble enough
Or just not
Getting caught
If this were my last night
What a waste
If this were a suicide note
Would anyone
Read it
How many people have
To care before
I start thinking
I matter
What is it going to
Take for
Me to live
I want life
But all I get is
DEATH
You suck
Is all I hear
As if I have filters
Over my ears so
Even if something good was
Said
I can't hear it
Loneliness is just
A feeling
I wish would go
Away
This world is dung
Posted pain
That no one will read
Or even if they do
Read
It can't do anything
About the way I feel

09/14/2003

Posted on 09/15/2003
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