Thursday, June 3, 2010

a bit of a depressing one.

I awake again, and nothing has changed
Same old scenario, same old game
my dreams: I wish I had stayed lost in them

So sick of my face each day
in the mirror, glass is dirty
reflection not much better.

far too young to have a meltdown,
too old to throw a tantrum,
so what is there to do but lay here alone
with a tear
falling from each eye.

nothing has changed since last time.

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