Why do they do it?

Friday, December 17, 2004


I can’t make it,
There’s nothing left of me.
I’m lost in this world,
As a nobody.

It’s quiet here,
Dark and alone.
I can’t help but feel,
I’ll always be on my own.

I’m lost in the dark,
Screaming at my tear.
I hate this place,
I’m all alone here.

The dark is closing in now,
Suffocating me more and more.
I’m stuck in this tiny room,
Where I can never find the door.

The dark is never-ending,
Here there is no up or down.
It’s a never-ending ocean,’
Of which I will drown.

I yell at the darkness,
But it just laughs at me.
It seems to be saying,
That it is here I’ll always be.


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