Thursday, 16 April 2009
10:54:31 PM (GMT)
By, the feelings and emptiness of my heart.
Outside I feel like I am anything I want to be.
Outside I believe that I can do anything, my spirit is free as the wild horses.
Outside I am a quiet leaf, drifting in the wind. Wondering. Lost. Yet, seen by so
Outside I can turn into anything. I am a bird for one minute then, I maybe a
Outside I wish for many things that I could have had but, I am held back from getting
Outside I think about my past, the present, and I let my mind trail off in the
Outside I wonder about how I got here, in this state of mind. I wonder how long this
Outside I cover my face with my hands and pretend to be invisible, as if I wasn't
there. People wouldn't notice.
Outside I hear the voices of the past calling for me to find out all the secrets that
were kept, to find the memories I can't, to see what really happened.
Outside I am quite as a soul, lurking in the darkness.
Inside. I am dead.