Torture

by Teila   Oct 23, 2007


Many days I lay here silent,
wondering what I'm worth.
Many thoughts throughout my head,
blank with white and blur.
When I try to lift my head,
I just lay here in my bed.

Nothings working,
I've tried it all,
Starring blankly at the wall.

I start to think once again,
of what I should have done,
nothing really comes to mind,
but to stop and have some fun.

I think I can lift my head,
to finally see the picture.
What I was put through,
was nothing, but just torture.

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