A little girls weeps
Every second till she sleeps
Throughout the night she fights the tears
But they keep coming along with her fears
Her deepest fear is not waking up the next day
It's because what the doctor said that day
He said: ,, you're sick and have one year''
That's one year ago She thinks with fear
She does not want to die
And thinks why me........? why?

An old man weeps
Every second till he sleeps
Throughout the night he fights the tears But they keep coming along with his fears His deepest fear is waking up the next day It's because what the doctor said that day He said: ,,you're sick but we can not help you.
The authorities don't let us there's nothing we can do''
And the old man just wants it to end
So he won't have to feel anymore of the torment
He just wants to die
And thinks why me........? why?


We can fly to the moon but we can't help the girl with her pain
Still we can help the man but leave him wheeping in the cold rain
Do you think that It's fair
Or don't you even care

My cries for help remain unheard and unanswered
as my soul lies wounded on the battlefield of life.
Left alone…here amidst the carnage and the dead.
Can no one hear my cries?
Does their spirit within them not say,
Stop . . .
Listen . . .
Do you hear that cry for help?
Can they not see the pain in my eyes?

Alas, but no one seems to notice.

My heart cries out in anguish, wanting someone
to understand, someone to tell me that they care.
I feel like a lost and wandering spirit seemingly
invisible even to those I love.
Trapped somewhere between Heaven and hell,
Not quite dead but no longer part of the living.
I continue to cry out for help praying to finally
be heard, understood and accepted once again.
mkt

More solace is found in a garden
Than among make believe friends

mkt

I am so very
tired, so tired it is
bone deep, inside me.

it is the type of
exhaustion that makes life hard,
and unbearable.

Yet I have miles to
go before I rest again,
for forevermore

Lately
I've tried
To gain some clarity
In my life
I even stopped writing
But odd strings of sentences
Still haunt me
And sleepless nights
Seem to be filled with
Endless thoughts
Of nonsense
Even dreams are
Jumbled puzzles
Of misdirection
And I just smile madly through it all

You cry invisible tears
When you try to fight your darkest fears
You try to stay out of shock
But in your mind grows the fog
And nobody knows the invisible tears you cry
Because the smile on your face will keep up the lie
But you must must know that I know them all
And I will keep trying to whipe them away before you fall