*tears of night*
|| scribbled on 2002-04-29 at 4:52 p.m. ||
~*~I just want to feel, safe in my own skin, I just want to be, happy again, I just want to feel, deep in my own world~*~
So today, once again very boring. So during Math, I got some ideas, and thoughts and shit going through my head, and it came out in like four poems. So, I'll share one with y'all. It's kinda... who knows, but I like it. It's called *Tears Of Night*
The clock is ticking,
it's half past two.
So early in the morning,
if only you knew.
Slowly, yet planned,
the tap starts dripping.
A headache all night,
and a chair that is tipping.
Thoughts of happy,
good and bad.
No smile to sparkle,
she is too sad.
Eyes wide shut,
she feels cold.
She knows now,
she has no one to hold.
The sink is full,
of tears of night.
Clenching her fist,
with all her might.
Thoughts of happy,
good and bad.
No smile to sparkle,
she is too sad.
She presses down,
seeing red.
The tears stream down,
with the blood shed.
Weak and scared,
she falls to the floor.
Knowing inside,
she will feel pain no more.
Thoughts of happy,
off to bed.
No smile to sparkle,
she is dead.
-tiz over now-
~Jenz
»hates: mean people. mornings. self manipulators. false advertising. conformists.