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
When there is nothing to look forward to?
I say not when it is clear
That tomorrow only brings fear.
I cannot help to wonder why
People give so much
Good opportunities of life
When they cannot see nor hear me cry.
If someone was as so kind
To me as they are others,
I could somewhat be