Thursday, February 3, 2005

Unworthy

Every night it seems that I have cried myself to sleep
Ignore my silent screams as I am swallowed in the deep
The empty, dark, and cold abyss, the inside of my heart
I'm dying, fighting something inside tearing me apart
An endless struggle, how'd it start, something I wish to know
I'm backed into a corner now with no where left to go
Can't make it through this nightmare; me, with no help from above
I'm lonely, broken, cold, and dead; worthy of no ones love
© 2005

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