21 December 2012
The tears are black. My wounds are red. I sit in a huddle, With a pounding head.
My ragged breath, Shows I'm insecure. As I try to forget, And rid of the pressure.
My vibrates - Friends asking why. I haven't been to class, And why won't I say hi.
I ignore the texts. Blanking out my phone. Setting it on silent, And leaving it alone.
I have morned many days, I can't seem to smile. The pain that I feel, Has been here a long while.
I close my eyes, Hoping for the end. But the luck of 'Doomsday' Doesn't want to be my friend.
So I sit here alone, Black tears and red stains. Not a light has shone, As I wade through the pain.
Walking Again • Opuss № I