Cannot do
this anymore,
want to leave
lock the door.
Tired of the strife
with this life,
I am my
distression's whore-
a cheap and worthless
horrid whore.
Shoot me please,
waste myself:
soul is cheap
an empty shelf.
Damned is the heart
that feels too much
wish to have one?
Not as such.
Do I not have one?
Not as such.
Help me please,
I wish to flee
this unnoticed life
encaged in me-
this torturous life
encaged in me. |