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So much sorrow...

Why do you do yourself this way?

You dig yourself

Further into your pit of despair

Without even realizing it.

And you sink ever

Deeper and deeper into the grave

You are crafting

With hands you call your own.-

Two hands that are yours, yet aren't;

You let pity control you

To the point of insanity.

You watch yourself die slowly,

Too cold and beaten to cry.

You give up so easily.

And you wonder:

"Where is my hope?"

Yet, you'll never see it.

For you fail (or do you refuse?)

To see the outstretched hands that

Others try to offer.

You are too busy

Sinking into your pit of despair

To realize that all is not lost.

You are praying for hope,

But unwilling to accept it.

Praying for peace,

But unwilling to be it.

So you pity yourself

For all you could have

But chose instead to decline.

And still you are digging deeper

Into this self-made grave,

Staring face-to-face

With your own despair



alone.

Because you chose it that way.