Black Soul

I'm by myself

in this little corner

of the dark

Trying to find myself

where do I belong?

Can't even see where I'm going,

not even in front of my own eyes.

How do I know I can see

all I see is dark. There is no where to go,

no where to run

Tears cant be seen

cries cant be heard.

No hope can be mustered

telling myself even death must be better

But even death is a hope.

A wandering soul,

cant do anything but be there

No control.

No fight.

No end.

No nothing.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

written when I was 13 - just found and posted it

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