Stripes

The circumstances

Sleep missed.

She doesn't know what relief is anymore,

who does?

no one is happy these days

not a smile to be seen

it's like the pain is the mist

the mist that fills the street air in the mornings.

No love

more sorrow then hate.

but you won't give up,

until now

the air fills your lungs just before

you

jump.

Unloved but unforgotten

unnoticed

unneeded 

worthless

disgusting

nothing...

nothing

forever.