She sits on the bed as the world passes by
time flies on, but she sits still
alone on this bed
people float in and out
none seem to stay
numb isolation
blankly staring, people blurring
world still turning
no one's there
more than she can bear
same old story, bleak and boring
she can't hold them near.
for fear of what they will hear
pride and anger etch this picture
she keeps herself on the bed
nothing more to be said.
Jul 10, 2010
Jul 10, 2010 at 2:01 PM UTC
She sits on the bed as the world passes by
time flies on, but she sits still
alone on this bed
people float in and out
none seem to stay
numb isolation
blankly staring, people blurring
world still turning
no one's there
more than she can bear
same old story, bleak and boring
she can't hold them near.
for fear of what they will hear
pride and anger etch this picture
she keeps herself on the bed
nothing more to be said.