A poem I entered into a contest:posted May 21st 2005, 8:12PM
Mood: ALIVE!
Music: Linkin park- Hybrid Theory
Empty on the inside:
There are days, it seems.
Where I am empty on the inside.
Where flesh and lust will not fulfill my want,
and the pain won't go away.
There are nights, that bleed.
This blood it gets from me.
Where I sit and cry, each and every night,
if I think of him.
There are weeks that roll on.
Where my mind is only on him,
Where thoughts of fantasy wants is all I can adhere.
There are months, semester and years to me,
That my life has faded by.
Where one day in reality, is a decade inside of me.
Where I walk, no other shoes engages.
When I weep, the pain no other human can dread.
What I speak, is not how I feel.
Why I die, is simply this:
I'm empty on the inside.
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