Daniel Martin1976


May 8th 2000

I sit alone another day come and gone away.
Today was different, today use to be special.
As the dark of night consumes everything I see it eventually covers me.
I exhale, and look to the ground.

A sadness comes over me, a feeling I know too well.
On this earth I know it's a type of hell.
'What the F@#$' i say
I don't understand what I did that I deserve this world of GRAY.

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