Disclaimer- I do not own I Am a Rock by Simon and Garfunkel. Yea, I wrote this a couple weeks ago, but Jamea's In The Ghetto reminded me of it. I'm not copying it, I'm just finally posting it. This is something that took barely any time at all, I hope you like it!

-BodomsGirl

A winter's day
In a deep and dark December;

I stare at his body. So cold. I am alone, now.

I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.

I run out the door, leaving Ponyboy to his own.

I am a rock,
I am an island.

I run through the cold and run down streets of nothingness. Maybe it was all in my mind.

I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.

I see what looks like an un-guarded store. I hold the gun close. It's getting hard to breath.

I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.

"Give me the God-damn money," I shout at the clerk. He looks scared; not half as scared as I am. I never needed friends. Not the gang, not Tim, not Pony, not Johnny. I can fool the world maybe, but not myself. I'm scared shit-less.

I am a rock,
I am an island.

I don't want to feel this all. I don't want it. I never wanted it. I can feel a pain in my side, but I ignore it. I run, with the gun and money in my hand, running to a phone. I will call Darry.

Don't talk of love,
But I've heard the words before;
It's sleeping in my memory.

As I am running from the phone, looking down at the blood on my hands, I think about Sylvia. My one true love, who never loved me back. I was laughing on the floor when I had found out she loved me again. And then some one had taken my place.

I won't disturb the slumber
of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.

Oh, Johnny, man. I'm sorry.

I am a rock,
I am an island.

But I can feel the pain. It's shooting through my sides. Where have the minutes gone? Was I not just buying Johnny and Pony a sandwich?

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;

Pony. Man, you have to get tough like me. I'm trying to tell you this with my eyes. All I can utter is... "Pony..."

I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.

I look down at the ground, hoping to feel no pain.

I touch no one and no one touches me.

"Get tough like me, and nothing, no one, can hurt you." Me saying that to Pony races through my mind, me wishing I could take it back. But maybe, just maybe, this itself is warning enough to Pony. That's all I can hope.

I am a rock,
I am an island.

Oh, I wish I could turn back time.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.

I feel no more pain, and I never even shed a tear...

A/N - How was that? I hope it was okay... I pretty much changed in the middle of it to present tense, hoping to put a certain effect on it. I went back and changed the past to present of coure, as you can tell. Well, even if you did not like it, please review! I wish I had gotten this out a while ago though.