Woe Poem by Eli Unknown

Wearing a watch on my wrist, and I can't even tell time. Talking to the voices in the back of my mind, everything I say is held against me, cut down that tree. Process the thoughts squeezing out the pores I want to bleed from the sweat of your skin; the last reason I want to need you- is that I am not strong enough. Nobody asked me if it was alright! The last time I let you see me, you claimed to be my friend. Time is what I am out of; maybe or maybe not bare remorse to what I know I have done just another bad mistake, sipping hot chocolate and thinking about this life I came to live. What else I have to give; its not easy to decide, above all its the hardest choice to make, I lay in bed wide awake. Plotting out my fate; I go to sleep in my Sunday bests, just in case this is my last - breath of laughing air; living to the fullest, as if I dare! Putting down the masquerade* living with the woes I've made. To be cont'd......10/13/09