It took 6 minutes For you to say one word If only it had been anything but "hey"

I only said one thing "What do you want me to do?" My tone was almost the only reason you didn't leave

My last chance, yet I'm not afraid I've lost everything So there is nothing left to fade

Pain, I'm sick of listening Everything is completly different Yet, I can over hear the whispering

By: Mika Buell February 15, 2002 12:45 p.m.
Inspired by: Wes talking to me at lunch. We went 6 minutes without saying anything... this poem is so messed up. I wrote it RIGHT after this happened. I felt so bad (because I'm without medication) and reading over the poem now....yeah... I have problems.