October 16, 2009
By Bitter_Sweet SILVER, West Monroe, New York
Bitter_Sweet SILVER, West Monroe, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"God gave us music that we might pray with out words." -Unknown

Entwined with this worlds emptiness bonded with it's darkness.
Lost, lost with many others.
Stuck, stuck in this place of lonliness
Alone with this shame and guilt.
Forever ashamed of what I've left behind.
Secluded, secluded in this shadow.
Tourmented, tourmented by this life.
Condemned to this imortality I linger on.
I cry, I cry I weep for no one is with me.
I whisper, I whisper into the darkness "Is anyone there?"
No one is there. . . No one.
Not a sound but the echo of my own voice.
How? How am I suppossed to live?

The author's comments:
I have my highs and lows like everyone else. I wrote this when I was struggling with depression. Inbetween a girl and a young lady I felt lost and insecure and other circumstances left me feeling alone. I will never take my own life, but this is yet another example of me venting.

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