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Shannon Oct 2013
Tell me why
I sit here and write these words,
that mean absolutely nothing to me.

Why must I learn these things of the past,
that obviously donnot interest me.

Tell me why
I waste my time,
writing these things down.

Why must I waste the space
in my brain for these "nothing" things.

These spots could be filled with so much more.
Tell me why must I waste this space?
Shannon Oct 2013
My life is but an open book,
nothing to hide,
no secrets to be revealed.

I am upfront and foward,
I don't lie.
I will be honest.

My book is open for all to read,
whenever they please,
or whenever they don't.

My life is clear and average.
It is predictable and cliche,
I will admit.

The future however, for me,
is unclear and mysterious.
This book is closed.

No one has read it,
not even myself.
This book is closed.

One day it will be opened though,
and that is the day I fear most.
But for now,
this book is closed.
Shannon Sep 2013
You know what's depressing?
The way she treats people,
The things she says.

Not a care in the world,
no consideration for feelings.
"Depressing" is her reply,
to people pouring their hearts out.

People who she claims to love,
and actaully love her back.
She knocks us down,
makes us feel like nothing.

Then she creeps back around,
back into our lives.
As if nothing ever happened,
as if everythings alright.

She used to be so great,
I saw barely any flaws.
This person who i used to call my favorite,
no longer my favorite at all.

I wish things went back to the way,
the way they used to be.
I can no longer forgive you,
your actions upset me.
"Depressing".
Shannon Sep 2013
It's as if our love is on pause,
in a frozen state,
wandered off and lost,
unclear of its continuation.

I can do one simple thing,
that in your mind is so extreme.
Grudges are held,
and the amount of time invariably changing.

It's so unknown as to when it will return,
to as it once was before.
People who have cherished every moment with you,
now act like strangers who somehow learn to cope
every moment spent with you.

This time is no different.
I hope the love resumes sooner though.
If it ever does the same way.
I hope the love resumes.

— The End —