Open Poetry #25 |
Look Down at Me |
Kellie_Cantrell Senior Member
since 2002-05-22
Posts 1667New York |
Look at me and wonder why, ask me and I'll tell you how I want to die. Look down at me a tell me not to cry. Ask yourself, what is wrong. I'll answer you, I really have no clue. But as I sit and contemplate, I shatter in my heart once more. This weakness I inflate. Each day passed goes to show, even when you snore. That I will live or die and never know why. And I'll answer you. Just ask! (¨`·.·´¨) (¨`·.·´¨) |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
Kellie, this is sad...very painful to read, but I like it and can relate |
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GG Member Elite
since 2002-12-03
Posts 3532Lost in thought |
I don't like being looked down on.. especially with eyes that sting so much. Maybe if people actually meant it, or lived like they meant it when they asked 'why' then we could answer a bit better then "I don't know" good write, sad, though. Always, Alyssa - And so it was that time stood still - |
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