Empty words
Are like a knife cutting the wrist
Yet, Without dying
Making me feel weaker
Sometimes, I shamefully admit
I think of the worst
Cannot help it
Just gets the best of me
On a Planet
I cannot recall
They do not see me
No matter how loud I scream
Sorry for the sorrow
The pitiful attempt at a poem
Wishing the Morrow
Will be brighter than today
I want happiness
I am not one to embrace misery
Please, I am not a monster
Just a trapped soul
Trying to escape
Do you remember me?
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
2/21/10
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