make me a dealA Poem by prim
who i am, way down here
must seem petty from up there who am i, why'd he go someone somewhere surely knows in that land can i be free, or will i still face mysteries? all my demons whisper "yes" but still, i am forced to guess where i will go when it's time to part from those who have me in their hearts o life, we have been conflicted and you feelings for me seem contradicted what is this plan you have for me? is there something here i cannot see? for my pain is your glory; i despair that life is not the thrilling dare which i thought it was supposed to be so listen now, of this i plea Life, give me life or a silver knife with which i can end my tears and erase my lifeless, teenage years i am saddened by your gifts the way my being slowly drifts through the empty time and space i am pointless in this race please give me something to live for or no longer shall i wait at your door i am living, and yet still dead the thought of more is more to dread grace me with me some impact a reason for others to react when my name is heard or spoken let it lift up all of the broken give me a gift to withstand the reach of the omnipresent leech who counts down the end of the day to which people have never been able to stay to hear the end of his ticking song which we must hear all day long or i will have to raise a white flag to say i no longer want to drag the burden into which i was born this pointlessness of which i mourn
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