Oct 16, 2008


I asked you to read my writing
But you said no
I asked you to come away with me
But you would not go
I stood naked in front of you
But you did not give me a glance

If I stood in your way screaming
I wonder if you'd even care
If I cried and explained myself to you
Until my soul was raw and bare
If I starved myself to be picturesque for you
Maybe then I'd have a chance

I have become invisible
I am alone


nicole falk said...

this is so sad, beautiful but very sad.

Jackson Rules said...

That's very sad.