Is death.
So why can’t I be done with it now instead of being me? Â The hollow thing I am is that of a failure. Â Loneliness has been my sole companion for as long as I can remember.
There’s no future for me, not even entering the rat race for the green god known as money because I am incapable of working, let alone having the enjoyment and success precious few people ever experience.
And I sit here alone piddling away the days because I can do nothing better.
Why was I not put down in the womb? Â Why did the car stop before it hit me?
Why can no […]