Prayer of the Lost One

by Karl Brondehoff   Oct 29, 2005


I'm alone now,
I want to cry,
but my tears have run dry
I want to die,
but I'm forced to live in this lie.

I prayed to god,
give me the strength to die,
and the weakness to live.
But still I breathe,
unable to mourn,
to sick to grieve.

I was foolish to think,
I could live out your judgement,
to strive on,
I wish only to lose what I have left.
Give me the strength,
I've found myself to weak.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Swallowed by Death

    Matt,
    I don't think we'll be talking anymore because none of you guys can be honest with me. Parker? I love you and I am so sorry I ever got involved in your life. I can't beleive you were dating another one of my friends and didn't even tell me.
    Brittany

  • 19 years ago

    by Swallowed by Death

    Matt if you ever wanna talk leave comments on my thing and i can check it at school and write you back...
    Love you,
    Brittany

  • 19 years ago

    by Hurtingsoul

    I really loved this poem look i really hope you are okay 5/5
    im here if you want to talk
    take care
    HS

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