every night i lay in bed thinking
"whats that sound?" is it some sort
of fiend or a hopeless heart thinking
of away to stop its pain i lay there
lifelessly gazing at the stares i
start to cry when i finally relizes its
me im dying inside waiting for someone
to hear my silent screams but no one
will hear them because they have stopped
and thats the night i carved your name
in my arm from then on i would never
speak not even smile just sit there silently
and wait for my life to come toa painless end
A contest entry
- Make Me Feel! by Walking Oxymoron.
450 points, ended September 30, 2008, 25 entries
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