A poet pondered alone in his bed
Will they have time for me when I am dead...
She was pretty,
she was thin...
Why do you hate me
is it my hair...
I'm standing in the darkness,clutching a knife in...
asking my self why, no one could ever understand...
My heart knew all along,
What my head would not believe...
That night I sat so still
Quivering with fears...
Nobody knows the silent screams in my soul.
The screams that no apology nor sympathy can...
The demons in my head
whisper to me...
I'm sorry you think I mess everything up
And I'm sorry you think I complain...
Endless tears drop down my face,
One for each memory I can't erase...
What hope is there
For a soul that has died...
He held her hand as they walked to his car,
They knew it was over, the end no longer far...