Thinking

I sit here in the dark.
Wrapped in my own twisted thoughs.
Thoughts of death and suffering.
No rest for the wicked.

I think of leaving everything and everyone.
I think of just going away.
Somewhere no one can find me.
Just me and my thoughts.

I sit here alone in the dark.
Smoking the same old cigarett.
Thinking the same old thoughts.
Being the same old girl.

Nothing changes.
Even though I want it to.
Even though I try to.
It just wont change.

I see my reflection in the mirror.
Wondering why I look so sad.
And wondering why no one else can see.
The pain that eats me.

Copyright 2007 Nyorioko.




Poetry by Nyorioko
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Written on 2007-08-29 at 12:22

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