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[sid] => 27780
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[aid] => mick
[title] => full room... empty morning
[time] => 2003-11-23 23:04:07
[hometext] => numb. stagnant. alone.
[bodytext] => Plain white bedroom walls, painted with melancholy I'm not tired, but I don't want to be awake and I can't go to sleep though I'm exhausted wish I could just say "pass" on this day. No space for happiness inside this room 'cuz the only thing inside is me and a phone a busy signal or dial tone- -because... everyone's either gone or asleep this morning and it seems this morning lasts all day. -clothes and books and change on my floor but no change anywhere else every morning's just the same wake up with no plans/no promises ...at least none that count... there's no voice/no encouragement ...just my own solo sound... no thoughts but my own to discourage me tears roll off my face, but I'm not THAT sad maybe I'm just used to sitting on This bed- (which is...) the home of all the thoughts I don't want to be hearing thoughts that take me over as I stare at This ceiling- It steals my gaze for hours and hours on the days I wish that I/never had to wake These windows- no one would bother knocking always closed but the sunlight is still mocking no one would bother to come into my room 'cept the good weather I can only spend alone hopefully someone I hate will call to keep me busy, maybe THEY could spend this beautiful day with me seems like everyone's gone, but I could never get ahold of them anyway they were never there for me to begin with- to begin with to begin with a morning like this just eats at me I am me, all alone, wasted I'm worthless here; here for no one but my room to steal my worth I keep my door closed to keep in the heater's unhuman warmth. The rest of the world is so cold but outside this room is my only chance for company my company out there hiding, perhaps in their rooms unsitisfied like me the recluses and I sleeping in, sleeping in sleeping in tears and waiting for a tomorrow one that might give change or at least let me borrow the soul of another recluse like me to help me out of this room/set me free [comments] => 5 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 32 [informant] => Written2bRead [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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