here's a random poem i wrote after relizing how many times i zoned out thinking to myself....
She was
thinking to herself
lost
in her thoughts
not even
really there
or even
paying attention
who?
when?
why?
the memories
that haunt her
the thoughts
that won't leave her be
and the pain
that she has suffered
and why does she even bother
to carry on with such memories?
and experiance the pain that hath befallen her
again and again
never to cease
its hold on her life
or her thoughts of pain and misery...
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