This marks the last of September,
Was foolish of me to think it’d be better,
The laughter couldn’t hide my tear,
As the days go by my pain becomes clearer,

Once in awhile I’d be happy,
But how many days out of the thirty?
Perhaps my month just isn’t mean to be,
The month that would let me be,

The shackles still bound me down,
My worries still make me frown,
Spun in confusion round and round,
Thrown in a crowd, never to be found,

I thought the scars would heal,
And I’d be allowed to feel,
But the days have served to reveal,
That my pain is still pretty much real,

I hoped against all they’d kiss and make up,
It just so happened I was out of luck,
I guess with the troubles I’m permanently stuck,
If only he’d be a little less of a schmuck,

September’s gone it came and went,
Leaving behind the faint season’s scent,
I guess troubles aren’t something you can circumvent,
Well here comes October, and its circus tent…

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Author's Note: well... end of the Seasons of September i have to say. Frankly i already feel somewhat sad. end of my project! haha. now, i missed 3 days. i didn't realize i missed one day, i think it slipped my mind. 1 day was when i was too sick to use my head. and the last one was yesterday when i weren't around and was in Port Dickson. haha.

have i failed? well i don't think so. i had fun. i dug a little deeper in to my emotional world. the words could and would come. i'd say it was pretty much of a success. i'll miss the "everyday a poem" stress though. haha.

so. last day of september. i guess the poem should show pretty much of how i've been feeling. though i have left out the study stress part. who needs to know that eh?

well, here comes the circus act known as October! haha. perhaps i'll start another project in November. the November Nights? haha. 1 short story per week? xD

p.s. Penguin! i'm still behind you! haha didn't i say to you that i wouldn't be able to overtake you? hehe.

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Drip,
From my slit wrist,
My life.

Drip,
From my sad eyes,
My dreams.

Flow,
Gone; my life.
Shattered; my dreams.