TORMENT AND BITTERNESS

Looking into a past,
Of torment and pain,
Destroying my life,
Like bitter black rain.

 

Feeling useless,
For so many years,
Wanting to die,
While shedding constant tears.

 

I'd question my existence,
In times spent alone,
Living on my will,
In the turmoil I was thrown.

 

Like a speck of dust,
Floating on the chaotic wind,
My life is so small and pointless,
That fate opened her mouth and grinned.

 

So if anyone can tell me,
The reason that I'm here,
Raise your voice and give an answer,
So it all may finally become clear.

 

Until that time,
I'll hate my life,
Walking alone,
While facing endless strife.

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SSmoothie's picture

Wow~!

the answer is youre born to write! at the cost of some haphazard events and cosmos conspirement.. sometimes a pretty good trade off! cheers SS


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