Vanessa
All alone
but there still is the metal
stowed away from
worried eyes
They wonder about
the blood stained
jeans,
the wrapped wrists,
the crazy grin
In the asylum
with all the other
phsycos
Trapped with the pain
with the mania
Not waiting for
anything
Is there anything to wait for
Ha
Sure
I learned not to
wait for anything
a long time ago
Especially something better
because you know
what
They usually never do
But on the occasional when
Just
Except it