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I'm sick of trying, sick of needing - I'm sick of these feelings

Let me rest

Have someone else finish whats left

Out of reasons, to continue thinking - I'm sinking

all thats left are bad feelings, so lets move on

give me peace, give me rest - I'm sick of grieving

someone else must finish the rest...

this is pointless

what could have been & what never was

this...

If I dissapeared,

would anyone notice?

Would anyone care?

Would I be remembered?

Or be forgetten?

Of this I am scared.

Is this that I have shared,

something many have thought,

when they weren't sure if others cared?



Still I trudge on.

I live,

I love.

I care.

I watch , I wait,
...

I see, I watch

the joy and laughter, I have not.

I want to join in,

but, no

instead I watch,

conflicted.

I may not be part,

but I remember those moments.

The names may fade, places may change

but the faces remain.

I will remember everything.



One day,

I hope to share these memories,

in that...

If I had my way things would be perfect. There would be peace,
everyone would like one another and we would all get along. There would
be no problems at all.

Which begs the question, perfect for whom? For me? I suppose so, yes.
How do I know its perfect? Compare it to my life and my experience of
course.

If that is the case then perfect is only an illusion that we don't
understand because we couldn't possibly comprehend it...

America, land of freedom?
Maybe some,
but I can see the bars of the cages.
Clang, clang-
People have tried to get out, through the ages
Many have tried - some succeeded,
but most have only bent the edges.

Society - stereotypes; stories; slander; survival; submission
-slowly but surly sinking
Are people sleeping?
Can't they hear the sounds - the screams,
of others weeping?
Wake up! Open your eyes!
See...