Sunday, November 30, 2008

Outside Reading:

I read a poem, I am thinking it's about a depressed person that ends up doing suicide, but regrets their choice and watching over who they love to make sure they don't follow the wrong path.

Watching, hoping you won't go where I just went. 

I’m Here

I’m here
I wish I am else where.
Somewhere
Where you just can't follow.
A place where I stay.
My place.
Not yours.
I'm here.
I'm with you.
You just don't see.
I'm standing with you,
With everyone.

Watching, hoping you won't go where I just went.

I'm gone, away,
In a place you just can't follow.

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