Sit and Stare
I sit and stare,
but I do not see you there,
just re-runs of my past.
And God, God, I despise you.
Yes, I do.
Why are we carrying on with this?
What is the point?
When I was very young,
you hurt me so much,
and you made me cry, a lot.
Now I am trying to forget, a lot.
You are so hurtful.
Why did you do it? Tell me.
Won’t you tell me?
James Garratt – November 1994
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Sit and Stare – Written November 1994 (Aged 19)
