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[b][quote]I used to cry for my wasted life
to pick up every broken pieces
of my chattered dreams
that I left behind...
I used to run out of time
when it seems too late
to turn things back
and make it right
I used repaint my dark skies blue
till burdens get heavy
and my hope is gone
It's color is fading and turning black
I used to lived in this world so dim
to light my life with candles light
till the winds blew it away
and again my world is dark
I used to write in my diary
with this depressing poem about my life
Its filled with words that reminds me of pain
that pulls me down, back to the ground
I used to lock myself in my room
to turn my radio on and scream
then sit at the corner and play with blades
while no one knows I'm bleeding inside
I used to mourn at my numb body
full of scars and wounds left uncured
while people in black come and go
crying and blaming me, for what I did
But now I'm tired and sick of this life
I want to find the way out of this misery
to lay my head in sleep tonight
and take my rest in this tiring life[/quote]
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Last edited by xinfidelityx (2009-01-20 03:19:32)