As I lie in the shallow eve,
I wonder if life is worth all the mean.
Why should I wait for old age to consume me,
When I can free my soul so early?
I don't want to wait
For a love so great
As to find me,
When all I want is to be alone forever.
I don't like the horrible means of life
When good things are so hard to come by.
Can anyone hear my deepest thoughts?
As only to echo over emptiness.
Why can no one hear me when
I cry so loud in pain?
I feel so left out of this world
As of yesterday.
Can tomorrow be so good