My shadows have decived me,
my fealings hit the floor.
I'm lost and not breathing,
and can not see any more.
Everything is black,
the voiceses sound the same,
I can't even see the differences,
that my life has made.
I want to make a difference,
but yet I dont know how.
These thoughts are so messed up,
dirty and so foul.
Ryan Nigh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hugh/
