Why am i not seen?
Waiting for someone...

Dark corner
Head down...

Cutting deeper and deeper each time.
Letting the open wound sting...

Your voice brings me to life,
Sets me to rest...

I'm sorry,
they aren't strait lines...

Red nails.
Blood...

I don't want to be here anymore,
I don't want to exist...

Listen to their words,
And their tone...

[this is more like a short story then a poem]
she sat there at the computer thinking...

I'm done with
Still Mornings...

Something just snapped
Inside of me...

No one to talk to
No one understands...