by TracyLynn

Created on: April 11, 2009

Nothing:

The heart can be so cold.

Hard as ice in the frozen snow.

So white,so cold,so blind.

How can feelings of hate be so close to those of love and passion?

Now I have no anger.

I have nothing.

I want to run.

I want to hide.

Because who am I?

I am nothing.

Why do they blame me?

So not understanding are they.

They shoot off as fast as they shut off.

But do I hate them for all they did to me?

For all they did not see?

Yet they still blame me.

Run and lock the door.

Cover the hole for the key.

The pain.

So hard.

So cold.

Nothing....

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