Friday, May 11, 2012

My Old Poetry

Wrote this a long time ago- bad place.

As i walk through the halls filled with people I speak, I cry, I yell. No one hears my lonely bitter cries. They look, they stare, but they quickly move on. Not thinking twice about my pitiful lonely aching heart. Not aware of what is happneing, they dismiss me. My cries. My tears. I scream louder in desperate hopes of help. Still no one listens. The hear. They ignore. I yell until i lose my voice. I become silenced. Quiet. My pain now numb.

It really is sad to read things that I wrote during a certain period of my life... But it is nice to see how i have grown.