Humbling under pressure.

I've become so tired, and weary of this existence.

I'm exhausted from life, and its endless persistence.

Deprived of everything, I was never entitled.

A sky-free night. A chance as a child.

At some point in this life, I lost the "alive."

I don't understand the difference, between struggle and survive.

I would love nothing more, then a mere moment of rest.

A day with meaning other, then "make it to the next."

I never wanted an excuse; Just to the see the point in "purpose."

A life built merely upon "I made it..." grows to feel worthless.

I don't want to be dead, or even not to be alive,

Just exist for a moment in peace, free from this life.

If there is a greater meaning in life, for which we are to serve,

I sincerely hope it understands my confusion, and the many ways it hurts.

I am not seeking attention, nor am I the comfort of a "friend."

To all of those who say they "love me", I'm so terribly sorry for the misunderstanding,

But all that I want, is for this beginning to end.

Reviews

[Rocksie]

Unique piece! Great structure. It was a very smooth read, which is great because it keeps one's attention on the words themselves, both obvious and hidden messages.