f.o.r.

august.28.2003

I haven't heard this once,
but instead a thousand times.
It's why I sit in silence,
and make up all these rhymes.

Life moves by my face,
but I can't hear it's cries.
When I read these words,
all I see is lies.

Fear of what can happen.
but more of what I know.
A pain inside you're staying,
a fear that you won't go.

My thoughts are overwhelming,
I don't know what I feel.
The world outside is empty,
and nothing left is real.