Do not look for comfort here...embrace the solemnity of a heart enrobed in sharp thorns
Do not think to garner pity...in a world devoid of any on its own think you to find some here?
Do not look to me to find a shining light...the flicker of hope was blown out some time ago leaving a lingering jaded sorrow
Do not look to me for guidance...lost for ages upon my own short decrepid path...nothing to learn here except what not to do.
all i see are
my lost dreams
my chances ill never get back
my regrets piling up higher and higher
my failures
my apathy
my lack of anything worthwhile
that long narrow corridor my life has become with nothing new,nothing good..nothing that can save me anymore.
Im not real
I do not exist
I am a parody
I am an endless joke
I am what not to do
I am what others pity
I am slowly dying and i walk forward without anyone pushing me.
I am slowly pushing that knife into my own heart
I am holding that bottle of poison and taking deep drinks
I am holding my hands out to you beseeching you to never do as i did.
I slowly fall to my knees with a tear upon my cheek ...
come take what little i have left and use it to sustain someone else.I am but a shell...britle and only a small breeze shall push me over and watch little parts of me slowly whispering away....a little piece at a time...until there is nothing left.
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