looking at my stained mirror..

This blog will be more on stories and poetry made by my own imagination. Some may be based from my own experiences while some may be excerpts from other short stories and literature. Some of the following entries I made were not published according to the date they were written. Looking through a stained mirror, you will see a glimpse of me..

Friday, November 2, 2007

Used to be.

I'm a mess right now
And I know you don't care
It makes no difference at all

I used to be the center of your world
Now I'm a center of nothing

Your silence is a knife plunge in my heart
With every inch deep killing me
Blood drips, tears shed
I wasn't even worth an explanation

I know I'm down
And you can't see
You've turned deaf to all my plea

I used to be your everything
Now I have to settle for nothing.

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