Not Worth It

Untouched in the night of loneliness. The sorrow and pain has won. The war, over. I'm caged I'm caving in. The pain once again settles in. I release my vengeance in the moment of day. I follow my footsteps and remain on my way. Inside the world it looks empty like an hour glass turned upside down. We've paid our dues, we've done our best, and died. How could we be human? just to be placed on earth to live, To learn to love and forgive. Sometimes it makes no sense to me? How can we all be free? Yet have no control over life, and death or destiny, its terribly sad to feel you've got nothing left even if you've done your best. Our lives filled with anxiety rushing, and going. Your skin, grows old, your heart, your mind and soul, molds. Finding reasons to live, only makes you bitter, How can one be sweet, when they always feel beat? In the motionless world you fall in love, you fall out very quickly. so typical yet incomplete leaving your heart with a lonely beat. Some find ways out, by doing things that damage the mind, drinking, smoking pot, and running out of time. How can we live as we do? How can we always place our selves in the group of fools? Each day I notice my self feeling weak, sometimes I stay away from large crowds and refuse to speak. Is this my way out? Is this feeling saying I'm alone? still no one to call on the telephone. My wishes are broken, I'm the question of depression. And we call this living? when all we're doing is giving? Written February 13th, 2002 © on Feb 13 2002 02:02 PM PST, Shelly   0 • 10