Something that plagues me
Haunting me
Torture of the mind
Living each moment knowing or not

I grip the pillow, and try to sleep it off
I dance to hide the pain
I work till I can’t work anymore

I hide like you do
I cry a tear in a movie or from a commercial

Music brings me back to a time I seemed happy
Was I?

Or was I always living in my own…

Personal Hell


R David Paine III
06/03/01
8:37pm