The Cost...

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  1. Weeping from deep within, stopped
    Bleeding without shedding a single drop
    Screaming from the inner soul,
    pleading to once more be whole ~
    What use for words?
    The wish utterly forsaken
    for the toll that madness has taken
    Floundering, wandering, lost,
    floating in Nowhere for all the cost
    that too many trials have stolen;
    Once brave, and alive,
    now a slave, a thousand deaths died
    in the chains of sorrow

    Last edited: Sep 30, 2006
  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    I like it!! But then, I like all your things!:smile: I like the bit about "now a slave..." I feel like a slave to my damn demons, a slave to depression, a slave to all my fears.:sad:

  3. I KNOW!!!! I fought tooth and nail not to be a 'victim' (tho I know it does happen). It's awful to feel like one has lost that fight - one long one of many battles... *sigh*. Thanks for you words oh loyal one...

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