* The following was written months ago and, as with many of my writings, it was in the moment and pain was the prescription for this piece.

END ME

This empty box is not for me
Lonely in my way
For turns and corners hurt my heart
Only pain will stay

This empty landscape leaves no purpose
Thought of by so few
Final moments would pass unseen
Deny it ..but its true

Spare me from the wondrous gifts
Showered on all but me
Spare me from the talk of future
An image I cannot see

People love me on condition
An agreement I must accept
My heart beats down the fragile emotions
Leaving my soul inept

Love me with the laughter
Shun me in my pain
Without a beat you walk away
My needs flushed down the drain

Not good enough to be whole
Not loved enough to be given
Not heard enough to be respected
No need for me to live on

This empty soul without the crowd
Shed purpose and protection
Took for granted and left to bleed
For life I choose defection

This empty box is not for me
Lonely is my way
For paths and roads hurt my heart
End me I do pray

Love this (((G)))

The emotion is raw but the feeling is understood.

nice write

very nice...

WOW! So beautifully painful....

Do you still "choose defection"? I like this write, poured from your pain to pen to paper.

I think there are moments where defection does fit. I see it more as defection from society rather than pure suicide. Closing oneself off.

I think I know what you mean...walls so high you can't see the tops of them and you can't be seen.

Nicely done

It is such an easy task to defect from Society...Nice write...

Very good write..

I think, slightly veering from the topic, what you say about the walls so high makes alot of sense. When that happens, a person may often settle for the easy way out. I think that is the exact moment which can define a lifetime. Not a given, but definitely a possibility.

Thank you for all the compliments. :)

Thank You for the write.