Jul 14, 2004 22:47
The world is flat, all joy is gone
Was it ever there?
I curl my knees up to my chest
And sink into despair
I 'spose I should try to get out of this slough,
But I can't bring my self to care…
Life will go on without me
No one will notice if I'm not there.
"It's just not fair!" my spirit cries
but who ever said that life was fair?
It tramples on your hopes and dreams -
Innocents beware.
Life's hard, it hurts, just live with it
If you can't, what are you doing here?
I ask myself this question now,
But no answer do I hear…
Except perhaps a whisper
A tiny thread of hope
If there's just one who cares about me
Then perhaps I'll cope.
If there's one solitary being
Who wants me as part of their life,
Then perhaps it will bring some meaning
To this dark and lonely life
Perhaps it will be a reason,
A beginning and not an end?
So I turn on the computer,
And I ask 'Are you there, my friends?"