Unimportant in a life alone.
Passed by without notice.
You scream but you are not heard.
The broken lies you cast upon yourself.
The distorted secrets you kept in your head.
The past that stayed with you.
The future you hid from.
The knowledge you didn’t understand.
Everything about you is momentous.
Solitary darkness and trapped within.
Frantic emotions, disturbed young girl.
Why are you crying, why are you so sad?
You never asked for help, no one even notices.
The crucial world will hit you harder and harder.
Their lies, their hurt, their secrets, It all builds.
The marking of the unseen.
You became one of them.
You became weak, and you can’t help it.
You became lost in your mind, its greater than you.
Your untold thoughts become stronger and stronger.
You want to talk, but you cant.
You want help, but theres no one around.
You want to know, but the knowlege isn’t there.
Momentous Solitude... can’t escape it.
Where were they when You fell?
Who will be there when you wake?
Who will notice and who will care?
nothing here but you in a solitary journey.

By Erin Porche. (June16th, 2002@ 6:48PM)

 
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