Forsaken
~Headstrong 12/09/03
Are they telling the truth?
Or are they just trying to break me?
I won't be broken.
Not again
Depression is my closest friend
She knows me best
But I fight to free myself
From her warm embrace
From what I can understand
Into the unknown that I fear most
But for what.
A fleeting chance of happiness?
An opportunity I had shunned
So long ago
Do I want to find it?
Or is misery my life breath
My essence the pain I so hate?
Am I to circum
To the fate I've so blindly
Bound myself?
Or in the feeble light
That is my one last hope
Will I find my truth-
My purpose in this life.
Is there a purpose?