Sometimes

© 2008 SC

Sometimes he sits
For hours at a time
Staring at the wall
Waiting for nothing
Because nothing is all there is
Sometimes he cuts himself
Because there’s nothing else to do
Sometimes he thinks about
Buying a gun
Sometimes he believes he will

Sometimes he sleeps
For two days straight
He has no reason to wake up
The endless nothing is all he has
To look forward to
Sometimes he wishes
That he were never born
Sometimes he begs the creator
To kill him
Sometimes his prayers go unheard

July 24, 2008. General Poetry. No Comments.

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