Silverluna
That's Professor to You!
- Joined
- Dec 30, 2001
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I have no eyes, but I cry
I don't have a voice--Yet I scream
The pain doesn't stop--with me
My face stings with thousands of tiny cuts
The softness burned away with lies and hurt
There is no hope for me.
(im no poet...but tonight wasn't a good night...so i wrote a poem...its too small to submit it on lit...or i would so you my wonderful captive audience must suffer with me)

I don't have a voice--Yet I scream
The pain doesn't stop--with me
My face stings with thousands of tiny cuts
The softness burned away with lies and hurt
There is no hope for me.
(im no poet...but tonight wasn't a good night...so i wrote a poem...its too small to submit it on lit...or i would so you my wonderful captive audience must suffer with me)
