To live, - every day
Feel that I'm empty inside,
To try close the pain
In heart, and not to die.
To try not to think,
To try not to cry,
To try not to scream,
And pull out the fire,
Still burning like dream
Inside my cursed soul
And I feel - that's not right,
Nor I feel, neither show,
I still got hope!
To run out of life,
To drink, till forget,
To get out of mind,
And not to pretend.
I feel, I don’t need
Anyone on this land,
And I feel, that I'm done
Then I don't want this life.
Loneliness
© Copyright: Олег Харден, 2004
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