Why do they do it?

Friday, December 17, 2004

Dark

I can’t make it,
There’s nothing left of me.
I’m lost in this world,
As a nobody.

It’s quiet here,
Dark and alone.
I can’t help but feel,
I’ll always be on my own.

I’m lost in the dark,
Screaming at my tear.
I hate this place,
I’m all alone here.

The dark is closing in now,
Suffocating me more and more.
I’m stuck in this tiny room,
Where I can never find the door.

The dark is never-ending,
Here there is no up or down.
It’s a never-ending ocean,’
Of which I will drown.

I yell at the darkness,
But it just laughs at me.
It seems to be saying,
That it is here I’ll always be.

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

Old

Everyday I see young people,
Who always have old souls.
Their hopes and dreams were shattered,
Their hearts had a million holes.

Everyday I see old friends,
Who never were really there.
Their love and happiness false,
Their lies were never fair.

Everyday I see old grudges,
That haunt me day and night.
The anger and sadness that they hold,
All amount to a tremendous height.

Everyday I see old memories,
Float behind their eyes.
All that pain and heartache,
And all of those spoken lies.

Everyday I see old promises,
That will never be.
While all the happiness that is there,
The future they will soon see.

Everyday I see young people,
Who always have old souls.
Their hopes and dreams were shattered,
Their hearts were all big holes.