She sits in darkness, all alone Alone, away from everyone Everyone who hated her She sits and thinks, thinks of why Why had her luck been so bad? She let the darkness overcome her Miserable, from everything that was nothing. She sits and waits Waits, for someone, anyone For somebody that wouldn't hate her Someone that might love her? That would be something new for her Something, that would never be She knew, knew that no one would ever love her. Alone, the way she would always be In the darkness of her soul. She decided once and for all That she would end everything Everything, everything that was nothing. She didn't want to be alone So she decided to change that If no one liked her, if she had to be alone Then she wouldn't. She looks in the mirror and cries Why did everyone have to hate her? Why did they all have to not love her? She doesn't know, she would never know As she sits there, starring into the mirror She says her goodbyes to herself, as she cries Writes down, on a small piece of paper, she's sorry She reaches in her drawer, for the last time, and Pulled out the utensil she would use to end it all. Before she does anything, she thinks some more Thinks of everything that went wrong, and of Nothing that went right in the end. She cries some more, and takes a deep breath Slowly the knife makes it's way across her wrist Blood, slowly cascades down her arm She then repeats this sequence with the other wrist. Crying, she lays on the floor Hoping, that someone would find her Someone that cared. No one came. She died, died in a pool of tears. Copyrighted by Rene - May 15th, 2002 |
Everything that was Nothing |
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