Monday, May 09, 2005

Timeless Life.

This Life.

Is it fair? Is it worth it? Why do we do it? Why not stop now? This life. The undeniable cruelty, deceit, and lies that lay within this mere hollow grave. What’s the motive? What’s the outcome? How can it be passed? How do we prosper? This life. The duration of countless moments floating past with no meaning, no hope. Who can save the horror? Who will conquer this disaster? When will it end? When can freedom be the new life? This life. The stresses never ending, only to force cruel thoughts amongst the mind. When will it be safe? When will these thoughts erase from the mentality? Who enjoys this doubt? Who brings upon these tears? This life. A black room, no windows, little life…holds the cry of the voice that no longer wants time. How could it be? How did this being? What caused this decay? What was the intention of this plan? This life. Slowly the minutes feel like an eternity, the skin begins to ache there is nothing left to do. Why is this happening? Why the intent to cause so much pain? Is it worth it in the end? Is the mission complete? This life. There lay the sticks and stones that crumbled the emotion and life out the voice.


These Tears.

I escape to wipe away these tears with my frail hands. These tears of fear hold the emotion of lacking self worth as they run down my pale skin. This pale skin reflects my care for this life. This life I wish I no longer had. No longer do I want to deal with the hatred I feel. I feel worthless, as my heart aches in the anxiety of life. A life I cannot beat floods with the events that leave me feeling hopeless. Hopeless like I’ve been left with no other choice then to dig my own way to my resting place. The only place I want to be. To be crushed by the earth, as I feel my bones cracking and the sting as my lungs collapse. Collapsing into the darkness, I can no longer wipe these tears. These tears could not stop the yelling, the criticism, and hurt I felt. I felt hollow, and now I know this is where I have always belonged.


P, we're here for you. Thinking about you. I hope everything turns out alright.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thanks B.
Appreciate it.
Screw being a forensic scientist, be a writer. depressing -yes. but amazing- uh huh.

5/10/2005 3:47 p.m.  

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