Audrey O'shea

Rookie - 106 Points (March 6th 1990 / IL)

Fake - Poem by Audrey O'shea

I see your face, it looks grey and grave, you smile in fake white lace, to
my heart sadness you gave. I walk down these worn tracks, that trains

used to run, emptiness in stacks, I promise its over, I'm waiting to be
done, and for my sun to come. You say your there, but your really not, I

just wish you would care, I miss you alot. I feel like a last resort, you only
come around when you need something, these hated memories I sort,

of all these things I believed that are now nothing. We go thru stages,
they hurt so fucking bad, happiness lost in cages, it makes me so

fucking mad. We were best friends, now its nothing at all, everyone
else you defend, as these fucking tears just fall. We were inseprable,

and we loved to be crazy, and now I'm not capable, to think strait becus
my minds full of fog and its hazy. I can't believe it, you make me feel like

shit, my anger grows as i burn and i sit, becus i'm locked inside myself
and insanity i admit. Nothing would come between us, that was a fuckin

lie, i'm brushed off and left in the dust to rust, waiting for the day i won't
say why, waiting for these tears to dry, waiting and waiting for the day i

die. You make me wanna cut, so i punch angrily at the wall, your
attitude tells me so what? As you brake all your promises and you

never call. My supposed to be best friend don't even care, to pull the
trigger, myself i dare, to a place beyond reality i stare, to a place where

shadows are everywhere. my words R never heard, if so it pisses her
off, my vision is completely blurred, as everyone just scoffs. i'm the one

laughed at, the one everyone teases, so i throw it back, but to no one
it pleases. its me she drops, with no emotion at all, my whole world just

stops, as these tears forever fall. So i'm walking down these tracks,
knowing i've done this before, thinking and thinking as my mind splits

and cracks, and becomes tired of realizing more and more. I stop and
sit on the rail, where trains no longer run, i feel this soothing vibration as

i turn pale, becus i know ive failed, before i could think more, a train...
and i get hit by one.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 11, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, July 23, 2010


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