one dewless morn.

kill me now, stated the text across my chest

smile, said the charectors across my cheaks

find me dead, sugested a poem I wrote long ago

please, was the word I used many a time, that was laughed at.

where am I now?

I am in the hearts of some and minds of more,

I am in my livingroom on a computer, writing about myself

and I am in a stench so foul it created its own name

I am in depression.

I am in a world of children.

adults

adolecents

and other,

I am other

I am an uncut dyamod

finding myself upon a dewless morn.

confused

hidden

and lost.

Bye

Author's Note

sad, and confusing.

Reviews

[Domenic Stewart]

Sad and suicidal sounding. It has a lot of feeling, but did it really need to sound like THIS?!? I mean, its good, but that is really REALLY sad sounding!