Shattered little pieces of a girl left alone,
To blind to see what is cherishable in front of her eyes.
Never to mend the damage only received in recollections hostility.
A follower to worship, greeted in scorn, devoted to death, may death bring rest?
What is a life? An empty shell with no meaning?
Loveless, purposeless, hopeless.
Death to bring the sweetest sorrow of a life unending in the turmoil of greed and hate.
A life wasted on old school belief that something greater exists.
Beyond the mortal desolation of solitude burying the hope of sought treasures.
What is purposely sought to be destroyed amongst the hands of none understanding.
For all mortals see only personal goals, personal perspective.
So what I ask?
So what is the point to a life so damned in the mind set to please,
In path that moves for others whim?
Greed, abuse, neglect.
No salvation for a heart that bleeds the attention of another.
A higher purpose hardly fathomed by selfish society who rather not give a damn,
Then to take a minute to look into another soul.
Cherished life wasted on a hopeless memory intangible.
Even though the ghost haunts present times,
Two facing lust with need and consulting to ideas out of grasp.
Shattered pieces can never mend.
So I ask my dear reader,
What's the fucking point?
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Whoa, *falls off chair*
This is one hard hitting write
I kind of feel like i've been sucker punched
*in a good way of course*
So Potent and you last line
really drove your message home
in a big way!!!
I love this !
Thanks for sharing.
It's good to read you again.
~Pastel
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the point is that one can wallor in this quagmire of misery forever or cinch the straps and move forward. It can be done, but for some, takes more than what they think they have inside
Joe
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Is it worth the heart ache to be where you want to be? To love the way you want to love, even if that person cannot love you back to know you gave it your all, to know you did everything you can. To walk away and be content there is nothing left to give, it just is as it is. One cannot give what one does not have, one cannot love with a heart that is shattered. There is a glue that will help, but only time can heal that kind of pain.......who is willing to wait for what they really want?? or chance that they might not ever have it? So Dear Reader what is the choice of the point you wish to reach?
Well said, thou it made me cry my eyes out.
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