I searched the depths of my soul
to learn what makes me whole
In all my life I see
the moments empty, painful, lonely and a desolate me
Why can't I remember the happy days,
the smiles, the laughs and the carefree ways?
I have long stopped looking in the mirror
afraid to see what will look back at me, the terror!
I am hanging onto the very last threads
of faith, of hope, of tolerance! I am in shreds
Why this anguish, this bitterness, this despair?
Am I now, beyond repair?
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You know, its knida upto you ...remembering good tings or bad...its about choices...like you've mentioned in your previous post...but I also think we wouldn't be human if we didn't have something to be unhappy about...makes us strive...makes us live.
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