Its all a cruel game

by skye   Sep 12, 2005


Dignity stripped bare as i once again expose my deepest feelings to someone i thought i could trust!
as i watch my spirit die and soul become black i began to realize that life is a game
we are placed here to be taunted and teased, proded and abused
torn apart by love and beaten by hope
we walk alone though we are surrounded by people
we cross each heartache just to find another
and we love like our hearts have never been broken only to receive more pain
the more pain we injure the more we wish to be different
self esteem is plummeting and who we are seems to creep further and further away from our grip
this new person takes over our body and it is then we know we lost the game
the only thing left to do is surrender and give in to the depths of sorrow

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