It’s been thirteen years since that day
A cold beginning to that ***** called life
It started a trend of pity and guilt
Of laziness and no direction
Close to death and never knew it
Barely breathing
Barely hanging by a tread
The shadow man by the door
Thirteen years I have wondered
Why me and not them
Why was I spared?
What is the reason?
I was giving so much
Yet I chose this life
Filled with nothing to show
I gave it up without a thought
Now where do I go?
What do I do now?
How do I live now?
Can I change what I have done?
These thirteen years have gone so quickly
How do I know what to do?
Will he show me?
Or will he take it away?
The shadow man only knows
If there is thirteen more to come
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
It’s been thirteen years since that day
A cold beginning to that ***** called life
It started a trend of pity and guilt
Of laziness and no direction
Close to death and never knew it
Barely breathing
Barely hanging by a tread
The shadow man by the door
Thirteen years I have wondered
Why me and not them
Why was I spared?
What is the reason?
I was giving so much
Yet I chose this life
Filled with nothing to show
I gave it up without a thought
Now where do I go?
What do I do now?
How do I live now?
Can I change what I have done?
These thirteen years have gone so quickly
How do I know what to do?
Will he show me?
Or will he take it away?
The shadow man only knows
If there is thirteen more to come
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