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| Another year quickly flying by,
One year closer to the end of time. Loneliness; the constant consort. Despair; the ever present cold comfort. Again I shout for everyone to hear; Again none take notice of these fears. Even if love came diving my way, Would I notice, or push it far away. I feel so long gone, submissive to the pain If I continued to stuggle, it would drive me insane. The older I get the harder it has become, The pinprick of hope vanishing as I start turning numb. Friendless, loveless, pointless, and hopeless, Four words that describe me perfectly, I must confess. Why am I here? There is no purpose for me; No one will love me, I exist in misery. Tears drench the pillow on my lonely bed; Fitfull sleep; the screams so loud in my head. Waking up once more to another cup of dread. Wishing one day soon I would wake up dead. (c) 4/26/07 Melia Teka |
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