December 31, 2011
By Anonymous

The walls didn't respond
But they are all that's left
That will listen

Turned backs offer no comfort
And neither do you
Or your false promises

Reality is such a blur
And I don't want it anymore
I don't want anything

Don't try to help
I'm too far gone
And you didn't care before

I've given up
All efforts are null
I am not nor have I ever been
Anything useful

The author's comments:
We all have that crucial moment, that major choice of right and wrong. It's the choice that will set us down a path for the rest of our lives. But at the time this crucial moment never seems so serious or vital. So we make it haphazardly and then that leads us to another choice that can set us right our cement our path. But again we choose carelessly. The choices appear often enough, but once we screw up it's hard to step off a rutted path. Point is when we make that choice and we screw up - as we all will at some point- be wary. Because it catches up and soon the long list of friends becomes noone becomes noons,because they were never really friends to start. You look back and ask "what was the point?" Was it all useless? Because it didn't help anyone, it didn't make me a better person, so why did i do it? Now i try to ask if the choices i make are right by good, if they help others or will i look back alone and ask "what was the point"?

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