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I was too nice for too long

Too kind and too strong

I held it all together

People thought that I’d break never

Well here I am broken inside

I’ve got nothing of myself left to give

I am a hollow shell of an existence

My kiss tired no longer true

My very sense of self gone just like you

The path too trodden the forage bare

It looks like I’m on a never ending trek to no where

I wonder what happens if I stop walking

What happens if I resign

I’ll lay down to rest one final time

No I am not Alice no there are no magic shrooms

There are no valiant heroes who will turn into princes and grooms

My hearts been trodden like the dirt beneath my head

Will I not meld well with the path when I am dead

Will wandering footprints mind my bones in the way

Will you say sorry tomorrow after u’ve walked over me today

I don’t think anyone will notice if I lay upon the path

Unless Mother Nature rejects me as well oh what a rath

I am not wanted not on the earth not in it

Life is a cruel game and no one can win it

I am tired this is true

I am at points end when it comes to you

I cannot go on but I can’t stay here either

Oh a weeping willow perhaps my tears will feed her

She comes alive and asks me what I desire

I reply piece of mind and someone to set my soul on fire

But for the flame to never burn out

The kind of joy that makes me laugh and shout

She replies in wisdoms old but true

The journey my dear begins with you