I Hate Life
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I ran far from the meadow, So many years ago. I found myself here,
I was never meant to be
One tear of shame Two tears for being so lame Three tears for knowing that I cause all the pain
I am dealing with the pain...
All these years I have cried I am tired and I just want to die The time goes by And I am still alive
I just can't
Why do people say the things they say? Why am I left to lay here not being able to forget? They just leave me to feel regret... Far too much regret.
I am the cause of all pain
Huh? You said you looked into my eyes and saw flames? No
I die tonight! I try to write this last note... My sight is blurred. The pen holds my last might.
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
I ran far from the meadow,
So many years ago.
I found myself here,
Here in this dark forest.
The trees form a barrier.
Unable to escape,
Never knowing where I am going,
Nothing to guide me through,
If only I knew.
There is a radiance afar.
Never am I near.
Perhaps it is the glow that keeps me sane.
For I am not well;
I am scared.
The sounds of the night taunt me,
And give me a fright.
I am lonely.
There is no one in sight.
I am miserable.
I am only asking for someone, ...