I sit in the dark all alone.
Waiting for you to come on home.
Whispers swirl around the room.
Here i am,
all alone.
Into the darkness I slowly creep.
Out in the daylight I cannot speak.
Here I am,
soon to weep.
If tears were blood,
then I'd be dead.
Here I am,
off to bed.
Fantasies sleep beneath the bed,
yet nowhere here to lay my head.
Here I am,
all alone.
Work got out three hours ago.
Time goes on way too slow.
Here i sit,
soon to sleep.
Car door slams,
and your home.
Yet here I am,
all alone.
Into the kitchen, up the stair.
Awaiting nightmares meet you there.
Here I am,
Eternal stare.
Blood is tears, as was feared.
Depression rides a clouded mare.
Here I am,
not to speak.
I am cold, alone, and meak.
Never once, was I your sweet.
Here i am,
on your bed.
All alone,
cold and dead.
Cover of Margaret Atwood's Cat's Eye

one of the best books I've read
Thursday, September 25, 2008
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Yea i know its a tad macabre but get used to it people bc its not going away. There is more to come but it takes a special mood for me to write, the whole writing during class doesn't work for me and i havent been depressed lately and thats why there hasn't been much posted.
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