So many questions...
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I feel empty, and hollow
no sorrows
no smiles
just an incrediable void
I wonder how long it will last
no matter what I think about
no anger
no crying

should I be bothered by this?

all the things that used to wound me most
they don't feel like they matter anymore
I feel like I could walk away from everyone and everything
leave all and anything
walk forever with no place to go...

as if nothing matters
as if I have nothing to loose

but I think I do
friends, family?
education, a future?

maybe deep down I feel like I don't have any of those things

is that wrong of me?
My Weeping Song

This is my weeping song
my verses drawn and long
For every song that has ever been sung
of light and the dawn
that have hid away all the tears wrung
and for all the tears that have yet to come
this is my weeping song

This is my weeping song
for all my lovers that have gone
eachtime I was drawn to a vistage of love
only to be broken left crying like a mourning dove
and for all out there who can only pray to the above
this is my weeping song

This is my weeping song
for all the lives undone
for each soul that was forced anon
that was ready not yet to be gone
and for all the children who wished they wern't born
this is my weeping song

This is my weeping song
My verses drawn and long
For every woe that is wisked away
hidden by emotions bright as day
and for every smile that has faded away
this is my weeping song
A Page of Double and Hidden Meanings

Always now
never then
who knows how, if, or when?
blue days
dark nights
what's in grasp?
what's in sight?
what are you?
what am I?
Ruled by a sun, or ruled by the sky?
do you understand my words in this
the world is a dream
and dreams are a amiss
define reality
define truth
is what I see as blue, what you see as blue too?
what is it that drives us..
to search for an end?
and if we stand at an ending
Is it eaiser to begin?
pay me no heed
I, simple in my youth
why should my words matter to you?
a young girl in a coffee shop
an already dark outlook
pulled futher down
in my world of words...
is anything sound?