Please don't think to speak,
'Cause right now I'm feeling weak.
I'm broken down,
Spun around.
And I have learned to wear a frown.
I don't know what direction I'm wobbling in.
I think this is the end.
I cry,
And you don't ask me why.
You know I'm crumbling inside.
You don't care.
A smile you wear.
You know that you've hurt me there,
'Cause I'm fragile
I lie my carcass here.
My mind, it starts to veer
To memories
Of melodies
With breaking as my specialty.
I don't know what direction I'm veering in.
I know this is the end.
My words, you deflect.
To you, I'm a reject.
You can't see
What it's like to be me.
Author notes
#1, Loupgarou De Winter
A contest entry
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600 points, ended May 8, 2007, 15 entries
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I like it.
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Great write love the flow of the words and great imagery a strong write thank you for this entry now just go back to the contest page and follow the rules and your in there...
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sorry!
thanks for the comment!
-Lyrik
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Wonderful words that sing a dark and melancholy tune into my fragile ears for abstract melodies. Beautiful write here. Tragic.
~Ryan~
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