Dec. 3rd, 2003, by Anna Lorena Subscribe to rss feed for Anna Lorena



I am alone
I want to hear someone's voice
Someone who gives a shit
I want to run
Fly
Get the hell out of here
I dont understand
Get it out of my head
Hold me
Let me cry
I hate this place
It is my own damn health
Let me stay up all night
It is my choice
My decision
My body
My mind
I keep me company
I
Me
All by myself



***


If you say I should act 19
Let me
Let me make a fool of myself
Let me make a few mistakes
Let me run myself to nothing
Let me go and find my way
Let me have my own wings
Not yours
Let me do all the things
You did at 19
No matter how dumb it was
Little girly obsessions
I've only had one damn boyfriend
Be a little more than stupid
Blame it on hormones
We all have them
Let me run off and follow a foolish whim
Let me have my dumb ideas
Let me have my silly crushes
That I never let myself have before
Let me express
Let me scream
Or else it all just gets trapped in there
Waiting
Festering
Eating away the inners
Eating away the mind, soul, body
Eating away
Leaving only a wraith
A nothing, empty shell
A skeleton with a few remaining scraps of flesh
Desparately clinging to the gritty old bones
Rotten through with the disease of thought
Left to blacken and twist
What produced it
Without
Making 
A
Sound.
Posted: 2005-03-19 04:48:07 UTC

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