Thursday, December 29, 2011

Every time I cry

Do you even look twice to see that maybe it's the wind pushing me from side to side?
Throwing me against these walls and laughing at me?
Mocking me?

Despite the angst and sadness and pain that I scream out in?

But no, I'm not even sad.
I'm just sleeping most of the time,

These days.

I'm just sleeping,
Most of the time.

These days.

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