"Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, There is a man (woman) child conceived.
Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.
Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.
As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.
Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.
Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.
Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:
Because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes.
Why died I not from the womb? why did I not give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?
Why did the knees prevent me? or why the ******* that I should ****?
For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
With kings and counsellors of the earth, which build desolate places for themselves;
Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:
Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.
There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest.
There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.
The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.
Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;
Which long for death, but it cometh not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;
Which rejoice exceedingly, and are glad, when they can find the grave?
Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?
For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.
I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came."

-Job

A free mind feels so much free
When you free it

-Marci H.

I don't want to die with a
Broken heart.
It feels I may die from a
Broken heart.
I overstand I've died with a
Broken heart!
My eyes cried with invisible tears
Everything is compacted that says "Maybe next year"
or maybe next year I'll be just
Fine,
Sip some wine, and unwind.
Maybe next year I won't die with a
Broken Heart.
The stains of hopeless and shame
Have left me here to rot.
I've stirred my own emotions here
in this ***;
a little pain here,
and some hurt there.
I wish I could go back in time
When walking around the land bare
was never rare.
Now all I get is materialistic
Worldly laughs,
and blank stares.
My heart will be broken as
Soon as it's spoken.
Like a little kid at Chuck E. Cheese
Spending its last token.
I don't know when to start or how to leave.
Maybe one day I'll take this old
Heart out my chest and breathe-
but last time I checked that was considered a
Cold-hearted thief.
My old ways have died,
but left me with no relief.
Lord please don't leave me;
I don't want to die with a
Broken heart.
It feels I may die with a
Broken heart.
I've overstood that I'll die with a
Broken heart.

-Marci H.