Sin within the lost, or never found

Worthless and hopeless vent.

There is a time when your heart has met its match,

and though you think so, you may be wrong the next day.

I do hope that there is code, or instructions for happiness.

Or a way to program a smile upon the earth when there is nothing left to smile on.

Because, with happiness, comes someones suffrage.

I often wonder, how and why- I am alive.

Why I am here. What I could had done differently to prevent what happen.

I always hear of "finding your place", "finding your reason to be".

But, I never hear anyone find it. & maybe that is what makes happiness so morbid.

So twisted. The fact you fight for it. & sometimes never find it.

We content ourselves with small things. But, when you realize there is nothing more to the small things-

the breech of heart turns so cold.. and ice is ice. dust is dust.

Or maybe that's just me. But, I am yet to find happiness.

& Withing 17 years of my life, i'd like to think there'd be some sort of opening.

But, I guess that's why everybody dies, but some never live.

Until then, I will wait in my cold, hard shell. With a heart so loving, but so wasted.

Because, the real sin, is feeling worthless.

& I am beyond a sinner if such thrives.

I'm a sinner.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Wynd Wolf]

Autumn you almost made me cry... This feels so hopeless and void of oxygen..