I'm not even sure who I am anymore,
I've become but a shell of myself, before.
And my eyes, they look so hollow and cold,
dying to release the suffering they hold.
I want so much to blame everyone else,
though I have nobody to blame, but myself.
With misery the only thing living inside,
it makes my pain so much harder to hide.
Darkness has taken control of my heart,
quietly and completely, I'm falling apart.
As I lose the remains of my shattered soul,
I quickly forget how it feels being whole.
Life has lost all meaning, but I don't care,
I'm numb & I'm nothing, a soul in despair...
Yet envy still eats at me, day and night,
for those who live life without this fight.
Hopeless, I watch as my spirit slips away,
wondering if I'll face another painful day....
I am just so tired of living like I do,
please God, make this end, I beg of you~
By, A.M.R.
The words of a trouble soul...
You express these feelings with great skill and passion.