Zero: zero zero...
It's that time again.
When the shadows of the old day,
Relieve and show their pain.
And in bed sleepless I watch,
As the mistakes of the day are played...
Unknowningly seeing the regrets,
Whose shadows will never fade.
The more days that pass,
The more shaded this view turns.
If only I could turn back the clock...
But these are lesson I must learn.
©Odd
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
Laying here on my bathroom floor. Laying here wanting more. Laying here thinking what does that mean. Laying here in a pleasant dream. Laying here with my head pounding.
For the world to hear my thoughts. Through poems and stories and songs. Will be my dying wish. Along with righting all my wrongs. I hope someone is their for me. Through all the laughs and cries.
So have you ever had one of 'those days'. You know, the ones when you cannot see the bright side of any situation, when all you want to do is cry, but you don't because, well, what's that going to do.
Far too long pretending it wasn't wrong. Far too much being used as a crutch. Far from good,far from what it should. Far away is where my mind tended to sway. Far we have come but the end had begun.
I feel a little lost As if I'm out of touch Slightly overwhelmed Everything's too much I feel a little awed Surrounded by the greats A tiny little figure Upon whom I wait I feel a little tired My...
You thought I'd gone, I thought so too But something pulled me back Dancing on the edge of hell Peering into black I thought I'd gain my other life At the expense of words But poetry has drawn me...
On a good day, Oh. It's brilliant. On a bad day, How it pains. On a Wednesday, I might be a slate, By that Thursday, I'll have stains. On a grand day, It's magnificent. On a shit day, I'm a shell.
Sometimes, I forget. All of who I am. Sometimes, I wish. I didn't give a damn. Sometimes, I know. I shouldn't be a bitch. Sometimes, I mend. My heart with a single stitch. Sometimes, I see.
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