A Different Kind of Dying
Here I stand outside the circle again,
Here I stand outside the circle again,
What is the purpose when all those
Is this mental anguish worth the pain?
If I cannot ease my pain,
To take the chance on love,
Donna Layne Roberts
Not really being here at all,
Trying to assimilate the interpretation
One wishes me to make,
Yet, I feel helpless, worthless of it all.
I wonder time after time what is my self worth?
My ego has been beaten down,
Into the dark nothing that
Is endless.
Not really being here at all,
Knowing in my heart of hearts
That no one really loves me,
That life is an endless agony.
around me make me feel so
selfish, unloving, and I am besides myself.
Is it worthy of living to love someone?
Be they your flesh and blood,
Be they your true love?
How can I ease theirs?
I wish that I could climb that
Stair way to Heaven,
And not feel.
Not hurt,
Not live.
How am I to listen to how
I am so selfish, hateful, a
Loser and user,
Why do I have to start my life over again?
Was everyone right?
There is something wrong with me.
Perhaps I should not fight so hard
Be passive and not try to live out my dreams,