#95 Live to Die

Does no one care that I'm sitting here
IN desperate, hopeless pain? 
Will my pleas go on forever
Unheard, ignored, in vain? 
When will people hear me sob
And see the tears I cry
How long will I have to live
Before I'm allowed to die? 
How long before I can succumb 
To the emptiness of death
How long will I waste away
Before there's nothing left? 
How long will you hold my sins?
When will you forgive? 
How long will I have to die
Before I'm allowed to live? 

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3 Comments

    1. Yes, it’s really hard feeling like no one hears or understands what you’re going through. I think it’s interesting that you saw it as turning around at the end! For me it was more like there’s two kinds of traps: feeling trapped in a life that’s hard to live, and feeling like someone is slowly smothering you because they won’t let go of the past. I wonder what others would see in this!

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