my ocean

September 15, 2009
By Anonymous

Im in a obis going through the motions of the riseing and falling at the same time, hatting the life i've been given, wanting to leave escaping runnng away from the truth
lieing to cover up whats beneath the surface.
anger, hate, pain moving like tieds through my ocean.
i am sinking deeper and deeper as you exhail your words of stress and hate.
i am floting aloft, forsaken, pushed away
you freeze the water with your harsh touch, your cold words
i am left a ice cube left alone and i cant say one word

The author's comments:
my mother has been really mad at me latley and this is how i felt.

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