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why
oh why me
this pitiful
empty
vessel ....
How I long for death
and the escape from this madness
My tears are the breaking point
they show me how pointless everything is
why...
why me...
my soul crawls into a shallow grave
I am tired
I am weak
i am worthless
the sun does not shine her rays on me any further
the birds no longer sing their songs
the moon no longer glows above
it is darkness
darkness within my empty vessel
to be forgotten,
unneeded
unknown
uncared for
undeserving
I wrote a simple song
Elemental emotions live here. Well written, talent abounds weaving the mind's spiral to the empathy of the reader--above sentiment, which it could have descended to easily, but did not - a solid rending of woe. The artist is there looking at the art, let the art look back - Love and Prayers, allets
Thank you very much for your
Thank you very much for your thoughtful compliment.
The Subject
I hurt, I am the only one who feels
this way, I know it. The world
turns against everything I am
and has done so since I was
born to breathe.
I am younger than the youngest
woman who ever evolved enough
to walk the world alone. No one
likes the way I see the world,
no one ever will.
Death is not an option yet
because I am not quite done
here. I have to grow and fill
my head with love for other
people. Animals will know my
scent and come without a
calling. Friends on invitation
lists will be too lon to carry.
Holidays wll bring me joy
and work will be fullfilling
new found families will
hold me dear and i will hold
them dearer. This work to
live is hard I think, I feel
too weak to continue. I'll
have to take one step
per second to become
a happy homo sapien.
Lady A
10-19-12
That is absolutely beautiful.
That is absolutely beautiful.