Why distractions exist...

Once the sex stops
and the last bus has gone
you start to wonder again
and all you know
is that you don't know
a damn thing
the cigarettes are gone
and there aren't any distractions
to take your mind off the hurt
I hurt
but no matter how much I bleed
I still am myself
so what can I do?
I don't want what I have
and have no means to get what I want
I'm lost at home
and full of emptiness
I can't comprehend
a person called me.


Corey Hague

©1997

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