in life there is hope,
dispite the pain,
we learn to cope.
suffering leads to love,
love leads to frustration,
no flying white dove.
i need peace to be me,
nothing left but pain,
the end shall let it be,
to take it away.
is there no love left in anyone,
the ones who care above all else,
to keep me from comming undone,
i think so but to it seems lost for ever.
i dwell within
my darkness enfolds me fully
i feel alone
i reach out
my hand touces only cold
no one there
is there more
other then sorrow and pain
i do not see
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