Like grains of sand

through spread out fingers

my life slipped away from my grasp

mixing in with the other grains

of lost life.

Is it worth it

to close my fingers

and keep the very little life

I have left in me?

Is it worth it?

To go back

to the world

I despise too much?

Should I come out

of my shell?

What should I do?

There is no love

from anyone.

Everywhere I go,

hatred greets me.

I am not needed.

I am not wanted.

Good bye