On My Own by Seizure

I lay on my back, I peer at the sky
I think about God and I ask him why
The world is so hard, there is not a soul
That could help the earth, when can we parole?
There's not a hero, it all will get worse
It's like to be human is to live a curse
When the world dies, what will come of us?
When the world dies, just who can we trust?

I asked for a guide, I wished for the light
No angel showed, did I do it right?
I guess I know now, I must help myself
Be my own angel with hope on the shelf
I have always known to live my life true
I have always known what I should persue
But I know that I will be on my own
I'll continue life, out here all alone

Ash (66.195.9.76) -- Sunday, August 29 2004, 02:39 pm

Loved it...
I thought this poem was wonderful, seiz. I loved every line of it, it makes so much sense with all that im feelin right now.

Seizure (68.211.165.82) -- Sunday, August 29 2004, 05:42 pm

sorry...
Sorry you can relate this to what you're feeling right now. It really is a horrible feeling isn't it?

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