When the bad comes.

When the bad comes.
I hide inside myself.
No one knows.
What I go through.

When the bad comes.
It takes over me.
It makes me sick.
It makes me want to die.

I hide my feelings.
I dont speak.
I tell no one about.
The bad in me.

They all think I'm normal.
They all think I have a good life.
Well, they are all fucking wrong.

My life is not normal.
My life is not perfect.
My life is over.

Copyright 2007 Nyorioko.

Poetry by Nyorioko
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Written on 2007-09-01 at 11:20

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