The next installment in your bad-but-getting-better-trying-to-be-deep-not-sure-why-i'm-writing-like-this poetry lesson is below, it is entitled Company as you can see, enjoy - but try to keep smiling even if the writing is painfully bad. x x x
They're always there,
I think I'm sitting here alone,
But I'm not,
They are here, omnipresent.
Until I'm left in pieces,
Left to gather myself.
Only I can't, as soon as I try,
They are back,
Knocking me down again,
Telling me what I already know.
I'm worthless, a waste,
I always was - I'm only just realising it,
Now they'll never let me forget.
I lost my soul in a distant dream,
My heart was never really there,
All that is left is the pain inside.
The pain of another time,
A time I thought had passed,
That I had recovered from.
But no, I'm drenched in hurt once more,
I hope it's the last time,
I doubt it will be, I'm not worthy of the hope,
So the hurt will stay with me now forever.
They will see to that,
Always over my shoulder and in my head.
Sometimes they come out of my mouth,
I'm powerless to resist,
They've taken over my body and my mind,
Now it's nearly over.
I am nearly over,
Wake me up when it's all faded into the background,
Until then leave me here,
I'm not alone.
Nikita Le Sauvage 28/5/05