11.8.06, by Jacki Subscribe to rss feed for Jacki

I can't even write
the words just won't come.
My life is a lie
a tangled, dirty mess. 
My mind is filled,
but nothing is filling it.
I wanna cry 
but the tears won't come either.
I try to think of something positive
something good
but nothing comes to mind
You say I've had a 12 course meal?
I'm sorry I disappointed you
I didn't try 
but that just comes easily 
to a screw up like me 
Posted: 2006-11-09 02:21:04 UTC

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2006-11-12 12:27:44 *****Junior Walker*****
Good poem,is that supposed 2 be the title?