Untitled
My days are gloomy.
My nights are cold and lonely.
My evening are sad.
My afternoons are a bit bad.
I wish everything would go right
especially through my lonesome nights.
Thinking of you brings tears.
My heart sings the song of fears,
which reminds me of the things I have to bear.
That's why this is left untitled because I have the thought of becoming suicidal.
Copyright © Courtney Ancrum | Year Posted 2005
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