This life, this thing I’ve learned so well to hate,
for deep inside I know, I never will relate.
So different, so painfully different, from all of the rest,
reminded on a daily basis, for you, you are the best.

The best life has to bring, or so you think in your own kind,
yet what about the ones, like me, you always leave behind?
The ones lost in your wake, torn, spit up, chewed out,
the ones you pretend never existed, forgetting all about?

Is this all that life is?? A bunch of memories I’ll soon forget?
Or is there more? That answer, I’ve not seen yet.
What’s the sense in continuing, with a life as torn as mine?
What’s the sense in hoping, when what I want, I’ll never find?

A love, a live, without, a death,
so, now I draw another fleeting breath.
So much more to life, at least so I’ve been told,
yet where is it?? That lie is getting old.

Awakened each day, life becomes so much a chore,
continue living, breathing, do nothing more.
What else can be expected from my torn and broken soul,
is there anyone, anyone at all who dares make it whole?

Her love I’ve sought for so very very long,
yet never found, perhaps I never will belong.
Belong in this world of pain and misery,
where everyone’s an outcast, especially me.

Outcast, shunned, left with nothing but regret,
for what else is there in this world for someone so easy to forget?
Love?? A pipe dream, a reality I never truly will know,
Hate?? All a reality, all I’ve ever been shown.

Torn, ripped apart, my life, at a neverending pace,
just when one memory wears dim, another creeps up to take its place.
What’s the use in continuing, to get torn more every day,
for that is how life is, tears you up , each and every way.

Chews you up and spits you out, a hateful, cruel thing,
yet so very true, only pain can this life bring.
Pain so blinding it scares even my very heart,
a cold and darkened place which nobody wants a part.

This heart so chilled, so cold, so desperately reaching out,
yet rejected, continuously, forgotten all about.
Lied to, deceived, time and time again,
I crawl back in myself, tired of playing this game.

This game we call life, in which nobody can truly win,
only losers, walked over again and again.
So cold and chilled, this lonely heart of mine,
so torn and hurt, that’s all in me you’ll find.

A hurt which runs deep, deeper than any one person should feel,
yet, for this man, this pain, this sorrow, it is so very real.
A pain of loss, of love, so deep and agonizingly true,
such a torn and lost soul, wondering just what to do.

How to heal, how to grow, how to mend this broken life,
yet is there really any way to end this constant strife??
The battle wages on, yet the purpose completely lost,
for what’s the sense in life?? Only adding up more cost.

The cost my friend, more pain, more agonizing sorrow,
yet we must press on, live for another tomorrow.
Why must we live?? Why must we press on, can someone tell me this?
For if life’s so full of pain, why not embrace death’s kiss?

A love, a life, without, a death,
not even worth this very next breath.
A pain so real, so deep inside,
sometimes, I wish I could just say goodbye.

Goodbye to the pain, to the constant tearing,
goodbye to the hurt, to the constant caring.
Goodbye cruel world, for you’ve shunned me again,
goodbye for good, never again to feel your pain.
© TJW Sun Jun 24 14:18:28 CDT 2001