Living?
I’m living from moment to moment,
Not even from day to day
It feels as if this darkness
Will never go away.
I’m cold, so cold, inside my soul
I cannot feel the sun
There once was a point to my existence,
But now my race is run.
I came last of course, I always do
I never expected to win.
But it would have been nice to have had a chance
To avoid this state I’m in.
I know there’s one sure way to end it
To cease to feel the pain
But I’m afraid that I’d still be a failure
And wake to face it all again.
I’m afraid to live, afraid to die,
I cannot make a choice.
My friends tell me to ‘Do something!’
But my fear has stilled my voice.
So I suppose I’ll just have to continue
In this dark and joyless life
Until I get desperate enough to CHOOSE –
The Darkness or the Knife
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Poems of a dark soul
شِعرthese are a mix of poems from someone who wishes to be anonymous. its about their struggles through life. we hope you enjoy and comment if you want more. *WARNING* MAY CONTAIN TRIGGERS
