AliveA Poem by SyraPain takes her life. She wonders why, Why is she still alive? Her once bright moon darkened. Hope has washed away. But she is still alive. Each day seems pointless. Each night a mess. So why must she live? Only one can end this. But that one seems gone. Leaving her hollow And lost in a painful life.
© 2011 Syra
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