April 6, 2009
By Anonymous

Alone on the roof, shivering in the evening wind
the shivers and goosebumps feel good.
Pen in hand, trying to find the right words
trying to finally free it all
knot in chest, wrist stinging anew
slowly spelling the feelings out
making them disappear

Blood pounding, anger surging, hatred burning
drowning in it all
There should be pain, but it only makes the anger go away
Craving human warmth, a shoulder to cry on
But no one knows the truth;
not one of them.

Lacking a shoulder,
tears fall onto knees, drawn up against the chest
arms hugging desperately, perphaps to squeeze out the pain
With no one around, the smile is gone
possibly it never existed
Cold, not from the night but the heart

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