My Black Room

December 7, 2010
By , Denver, CO
my thoughts are dark
my room is black
the neon writings talk to me
the small corners are my little of joy
the rest of the walls are conversational
not always positive
but always true
they may always get me sentimental
but they save me from weakness

all my life I have been confused
but then when I enter my room
it gives me time of thought
everything makes sense all of a sudden
for when I want to end my life
the shadows appear
my mind is set changed
convinced to take more chances
grieving for karma to come to those who hurt me all my life
to feel what revenge is like
to know there's my little brother to live for (:

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heather_me said...
Dec. 9, 2010 at 8:12 pm
this was really good! I would like it if some people oculd check out my poems. i havnt gotten any comments besides people who use my profile to comment but then it looks like me! great job!
Danica said...
Dec. 9, 2010 at 3:46 pm
This is really great :) I'd love it if you could check out my work sometime!
LaShay_25 said...
Dec. 9, 2010 at 1:51 pm
wow... (it was that good)
dymond said...
Dec. 9, 2010 at 9:04 am
this was great
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