Pain Of A Glass Life

by REX   Jul 27, 2009


Its happening again,
I'm falling,
Life being appalling.
Dreams never ending,
Stress building up again,
Too much mental strain.

Getting worse,
So i turn to verse,
This unspeakable curse.
When will it end?
Needing a friend,
Not a hope or care to send.

Suicide looks friendly,
A hope in hell,
Not a good idea, not hard to tell!
Death is the escape,
That crosses my mind,
All the years have not been kind!

Dreams of pain,
Happening again,
One cut and no more strain!

originally written 30/10/2006

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