A broken soul

Our pain

Sylvia Plath, Anne Sexton,

why have you gone?

You were so special.

I'd like to be special, 

so special like you.

You felt so much pain,

I feel a terrible pain too.

But I don't know if

I can touch souls

like you could do.

Living can be a strong pain,

making us whisper through the nights,

wishing our days could vanish

and we could find some peace

within ourselves.

I don't have love,

I don't have freedom,

I can't even go away.

My soul can just whisper

as I try to describe my pain.

But I can't do it as wonderfully

as you both could do.

Sylvia Plath, Anne Sexton,

you've become so special to me.

Will I be special for anyone a day?