LIFE

by Lilith   Oct 28, 2005


The world is spinning,
Spinning to fast. Maybe
That is the reason why
My life or everything
In my life is messed up.
I don't know,no one knows.
No one really cares either.
How do I handle this?
I don't. Every day as
I lay on my bed, wishing
To die I realize I am dead,
Dead to myself. Deader
Than dead, 6 feet under,
6 feet away from help.
No one can help me any more.
NO ONE!

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