Silence of the night
Is not a delight
Things that exist rule the soul with an iron fist
Many items that top the list
The air is all that shall remain
No loss or gain
A heart is broken into two
What is there to do?
The mind wonders freely in such hour
Resisting the easy and often questioned answer with all one's power
A ticking of a nearby clock
No music or anything can lift this heavy rock
A few mind numbing products used often as so
Only to awaken while with out them as the past will not go
This page cannot be turned, not just yet maybe not at all
One of the hearts toughest challenges to recall
The past remains very well documented in the present
Even with all the pain and suffering, this person I still cannot resent
Whats going on in her head?, does she feel the same wish of being dead?
In soo many ways and reasons as I sit on this very bed
A want is not a need so therefore to this monster shall fight the desire to feed
So easy to judge of the person who wrote these words many shall read
Never judge a book by its cover as the road to acceptance is harder to discover
The selections of A to D of why this shall be written it is best to answer with the selction of other