My last Stand

Sleepless nights,

And if I'm lucky, I'll fall asleep.

I don't know what's worst,

heaven or hell.

I'm never noticed when another comes.

I feel as a ghost,

hanging there, never heard, never seen.

I'm breaking, and I can't help myself.

Tears of pain and hatred soak the tearstained sheets.

And angry words blanket the floor in hard nothingness

I seek answers, but the only thing I get is more tearing blood.

Life is at it is, angry and painful.

Sleeping at the rooster crows,

and waking when the wolf howls,

I know what my destiny is.

My destiiny is to live,

give life,

help that life grow,

and [die].

The empty shell

I feel so epmty inside.
Do I even havea purpose?
I see the girls walk by, with their skinny size zero's and Coach purses,
Their little dogs with rhinsetone collars and perfect curves.
And I think, 'Why can't that be me?'.
I evny them so.
I don't know what to fight for,
Or just just the purpose in general.
It's hard to wake up every morning, and make it through the day,
My soul rejected my body.
So all I am is a empty shell?
I don't know how I came to be this way,
This, unwaking trance.
Will I ever awake?
Please, wake me up, hold me close.
Don't reject me too.
Please pull my soul back down and connest it to me again.
Hold me still, so I won't fall back down.
Hold my hand,
Down this rocky path,
And don't let go.