Is there really
more to life?
Have you heard—
that this is so?
Tell me,
tell me,
please, tell me
what you know.
I hear
we are Designed—
for something more.
Designed.
Is there really
Truth
in such a word.
What else
is there?
Here.
What more?
Tell me,
tell me,
damn it, tell me
what you know.
My soul.
Is Dying.
Why?
Because of:
Lonliness—
it consumes.
Fear—
it constricts.
Depression—
it,
it
hurts.
Because
I feel broken.
Unwhole.
Because part of me
is missing.
Because I can’t
find it.
I just can’t
find home.
Tell me,
tell me,
DAMN it tell me!
Tell me what you know!
What is there!
Here.
What is there?
I’m so Alone,
yet silent
shall you stay?
Shall silence eat
me away as well?
Do you want me
Insane
as well?
Tell me.
Tell me.
Fucking tell me
what you know.
Truth.
Tell me.
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