Tuesday, 11 April 2006

• Pitch Black night
  cold rain beats down on my face
  walking down the street alone
  Don’t know where I am
  I could care less
  just need to be alone
  to think about things
  
  I had these feelings
  for all my life
  I can’t explain them
  I just try to understand them
  but when I do
  more questions arise
  
  why do I like to be alone?
  Why do push all my feelings aside?
  Why am I always in a rut?
  The questions flood my mind
  before I can even answer one
  fifty more come flooding forward
  
  I don’t know what I should do
  for now I will answer the questions
  that I can answer
  and search for the other answers.

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