Another Day...

Hi again, people who actually are reading this.

I'm really surprised about that. But thanks for taking an interest in what I have to say.

I haven't got a lot to say today. I'm just in one of those moods where words don't really help. So I'll post a poem I wrote a few days ago. I wrote a lot that day so I'll only pick one.

Who I Used To Be

I used to call these eyes blue

Now I call them grey

I used to talk for hours on end

Now there's nothing left to say

I used to have all I wanted

Now secrets are all I own

I used to feel so in place

Now I just want to find my home

I used to think you were my friends

Now I know exactly where I stand

I used to think I knew what to do

Now death is all that I have planned

I used to do so many things

Now all I do is bleed

I used to ask God when I was unsure

Now I just have to plead

I used to be so sure of life

Now I'm not sure of anything at all

I used to fly with everyone else

Now I just watch them while I fall

It's not one of the better ones I wrote that day, but it's one of the shortest ones. The longer ones are much better but they go on forever and I can't be bothered writing it down again. And for some reason my computer has an issue with copy and pasting at the moment, so.

In my sad, sad, sad little life, I'll probably be back writing again within five minutes, but I'm going to go now. I'll probably be back with another short poem I wrote yesterday or something, I don't know. See how predictable I am? Anyway, thanks for reading and thanks for the comments! Come back again soon!

Black Mariah