People think that I’m insane
they don’t notice that I’m in pain.
Screaming
dieing
Bleeding
crying.
Why?
Why do you scream at me?
Do you not notice
that I’m dieing on the inside.
My hands are bleeding
and I’m just sitting here crying on the outside.
No noe can escape death,
even if they try.
I’m tired of people labeling others.
I’m no writer.
I’m no artist.
I am I.
I hold no sighs.
I have no stick on labels.
Then why do you think I’m weird?
Do you even know who I am?
 KamaKazigirl · Mon Jan 08, 2007 @ 06:47pm · 1 Comments |
