:: Monday, April 17, 2006 ::
Never a final answer
Never a last word
Only taken for granted
My voice was never heard
I sat in the dark and write
Words that I cannot see
Only hoping that I can finally express me
I want to release this anger
I want to let go of the pain
To write simple words on paper
My peace I hope to gain
I write these words in sorrow
I write these words in vain
With not one evil thought of you
My love still remains
Holding on to questions
When I know the answers will not come
Only anguished cries of why
Beating in my head like drums
Will you ever feel remorse
For discarding me like trash
For shattering my heart like tiny shards of glass
For destroying my trust in people
For taking away my laugh?
- End -
~Fiza~
@ 10:49 PM