Listen to the whispers,
they call you silently,
breaking tears from your eyes,
sapping your soul away
leaving nothing save
the emptiness of unhappiness,
the cold feeling that you know
you're not needed anymore...
that anything you could've
provided, was forsaken
and replaced by insanity,
you find yourself...limping
through life, unhappy
even though you're where
you want to be,
and you listen to the whispers
that stare you in the face
every day, and you can't
escape the fact...
that you weren't ever needed
that you weren't ever wanted,
that you were merely used
and thrown away...
then picked up again,
to be used again,
to be thrown away again...
you know the circle,
you see it every where
you look...even...
in your own reflection...
and it makes you wonder
why you are who you are,
why you struggle the way you do,
when every one else
just gives in...
and you wonder why
you never thought of that before now...
why not just walk away,
leave this lonely existence,
and find...nothing...
it would be the same
as here, only without
the pain...
so you wonder...