Stuck Here by Becca

Is death preferable to this?
Society’s mock of heavenly bliss?
Do I walk, e’er I roam,
Trying to find my one true home?
Contentment I have never found.
Talking but there is no sound.
Emptiness has over run
Each tiny bit of my bright sun.
Left in the darkness among the light.
Enough to give up the inner fight.
My heart cries for something more.
Wondering what my life is for...

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