One wonders why we bother at all
The harder one tries the further one falls
What is the point
What is the reason
Always unhappy season thru season
Going on, growing old
Supposed to be something better
Or that's what we are told
Bodies lying frail, abandoned, abused
Each wrinkle tells a story of life that has been
used
Left lonely to wither, decay
Nothing more coming their way
Why would I want to wait so long
Before dying and ending life's sweet song
What is the point of getting old and infirm
No one to listen to the lesson we learn
I never asked nor chose to be born
It's unfair to struggle through life so torn
Full of love, torment and hate
What is the point, why should I wait?
One small slit, one cocktail of pills
Life is no more full of ill wills
One long sleep to finally slip away
No one to notice, no one to say
People poking through life that is bare
I won't be here, I will not care
Everything left ordered and neat
I won't be here, please let me sleep
Millie Jan 2012
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