Mar 08, 2005 21:36
Death or Something Like It
As I sit here
I realize
That my piteful life is worth abosolutely
Nothing
Screams are heard and
I sit
Here and contemplate everything, love, life, and
Why
I can't even find
Myself, among
All the pain, tears, tourture, sorrow, and
Fear
I wonder why all
The time
Why can't life just spit me out
Now
I want to die
Because I
Am not worth the effort to keep
Alive.
poetry