The clock ticking,
The world spinning...
I've been stuck in this rut for months now,
I can't decide whether to keep going or end this...
I'm sick and tired of you.
No...
You peered out from there and I have not yet...
and have not yet dried tears rolling on the chest...
He said he would always love me.
No matter what we went through...
In my world there's been nothing but pain.
All my life I've done nothing just cry...
My eyeliner is dark, like the depths of my soul,
and my broken heart will never be whole...
Why does hatred has always been in me??
Death coming to who ever I loved...
How did my heart deserve such trachery??
Or wretched, stomped upon and broken...
Has not the sky been violated enough by these
dreary nebulosities that seems to taint mine own...
Invisible I walk these halls every day
Silently I scream to wash the bad away...
I know I have this poem posted 2 times already...
She closes her eyes...