Memoirs of Life
unable to understand self feelings
yet able to understand those of her friends.
Reminiscing on part memoirs...
She realises that bad luck is a permanent tail on her path.
Removing all the little strength left within herself,
she begins to cry out un wearily,
she hits herself hard to feel pain.
To feel that she still has senses within.
The sharp pain is excruciating and piercing,
but never satisfying.
The urge to let one share her feelings
is demanding but never satisfied,
she hates to feel this way,
she hates to live this way
so she welcomes it all,
welcoming the dark cover.
There are many people in this world that feel this way. It might be your sister or even just a neighbour down the road. You may not notice that they are hurting inside but they are and they need someone just to listen to them. Take heart and lend a shoulder, you lose nothing but you might be able to save a life.
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