| nescient |
Posted
on 30-Jun-04 04:57 PM
People only see the left ashes
and till the end smoked cigarette buds on my desk.
People only see the empty beer bottles
and used syringes laying on my floor.
People only see the scared face
and jaded clothes I have on me.
People only see the cluttered room
and blank sheets resting on my bed.
But each one has itýs own story
That everyone seems to ignore.
The ashes and cigarette buds
tells me I am nocturnal at night.
The bottles and syringes
tell me I am a zombie at day.
The face and clothes
tells me I am jaded with life.
The room and blank sheets
tell me I am emotionally dead from heart.
Hot as hell,
I am burning in flames in my concealed agony,
Cold as heaven,
I am freezing in ice in my lifeýs own irony,
Now to escape all
I am the lonely doll inside a snow globe
that everyone seems to think I have a beautiful life
As I am trapped in a perfect world.
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