Woes and Sorrows.
I spend everyday
Feeling less like a person
And more like a toy,
Like some dumb prize to be won,
Only to be cast aside,
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To be thrown away.
My friend-ships burn and they sink;
Sink to the bottom
Of the ocean filled with tears,
Which grows deeper with each day.
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My woe knows no bounds.
My sorrows have no weakness.
My vast depression
Darker than the nighttime sky
With a bleak absence of stars.
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Is there anything
That will cause the sun to rise?
That will make those stars,
Open their bright, shining eyes?
Or is the dark infinite?