The Mirror
i sit here alone, with all my friends around me
a smoking gun in my mouth killing me slowly
inhailing the sweet nector i wonder why,
am i here? is it to be a welcome mat
for people to walk over
is it to take up space in the world
so filled with anger
i look in the mirror and see nothing but
a grey blur looking back
so long ago there was a sweet girl there'
but now i am gone alone
who cared for nothing but family and friends
now all i see is blackness eyes so black
and deep past the pits of hell
so deep, satan dare not tread there
i have blocked myself in
with this brick wall How will i find my way out?
when will my smoking gun take its affect
when will it do its job? who have i become
i melt in to distant blackness one night
no one to see the tears that flow.
i walk my road alone and alone I will remain.
Copyright © April Bartaszewicz | Year Posted 2008
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