I'm pretty fed up. This is something I've never done before. I wish people would just be happy.


Silence

Every morning, six oclock, i hear my phone cry a tune
But even though I don't forget, I cannot get up 'til noon
I throw on the same pants, the same shirt, the same face
And snatch a snack a throw my pack all over the god damn place
And when the classes are all out, I find relief in drips
I make my way back home, and suck cough syrup in sips
The same cough, the same drink, the same illness at hand
The same throat that can't gloat a sound with the band
And while I'm newly and single, I can't seem to relax
I don't know what I want, between opinions and facts
And while my siblings are whining, my best friends are a mess
Up on their lists, they slice wrists before they get up and dress
And now I sit here and typing, and they don't have one damn clue
That I am part of this place, it makes me feel fresh and new
That while I stuggle in school, and while I stuggle at home
I have a smile that's close, and never feel monochrome
These little whiners are nuts, and not to mention so slow
Just want to seal the cuts, and want the problems to go
But they should handle the deal, because right now they see real
Silence your minds the fuck up, don't let your life disappeal
Silence the crying at night, silence the dying by day
Just laugh along and I'll help, if you would let me, I may



Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2007-02-22 at 04:43

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Kathy Lockhart
sometimes you just have to write it out just like you did. I hope your throat gets better and your troubled friends find some happiness. I like the emphasis on the "same." it lets us see the everday life of you and its stresses.
2007-02-22