At times I feel like a carousel horse,
picked and chosen, and ridden of course...
The emptiness consumes me, the darkness...
I've given up praying, and lost faith in hoping...
The emptiness consumes me, the darkness...
I've given up praying, and lost faith in hoping...
A stronger spirit I have always been,
still patient and even feminine now and again...
Within my heart there lies a catacomb,
a place closed off where no light is shown...
At times I feel like a carousel horse,
picked and chosen, and ridden of course...
It's no wonder humans are the only living being capable of suicide... They're also the only species that hurt and destroy each other physically and emotionally for entertainment and pride. |
Physical wounds can heal. Emotional ones are only hidden just below the surface left to bleed forever. |