Inside Stran
i feel down at rock bottom
i look dead as if i have been laid to rest for a while
but here i stand feeling and looking as i do
my heart still beats and my eyes still reflect
the expression on my face
like a faital error being pushed through my vains
a grim expression of darkness
as i look around my eyes change from a soft honey brown
to to a cold hazel
quiet and tired not a sound
i am not as dead on the inside as i am outside
on the inside there is a single stran of life
awaiting the time to grow
when my eyes well up with tears
outside clouds gather quickly
as drops roll down my face
cause the urge to hold them back weakens
it starts to rain outside
the harder i cry makes the rain inside the clouds pour
as time goes by slowly and warped
my tears stop as dose the rain outside
still looking and feeling the same as i did befor
watching the clock biteing to the bone
bleeding to my wrists as i watch it run
poem by Sandy Vanity
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