Dead silence, a cold sound,
Tears stream, anger flows down,
A quick pain, a blank stare,
Looks around, nobody's there,
Lonely shivers, numb with pain,
One last time to end this game.
Eyes close, not a sound,
Trembling hand, her heart breaks down,
Not enough love, too much hate,
Slowly marking awful fate,
Guilty pleasure of not fitting in,
A game, impossible to win.
*Written on 8/14/08
3/27/09
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Posted by D.A.L. at 6:25 PM
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