I feel that I will lose this fight:
I have no strength to carry on.
I've really tried to find the light
Or any place where I should go.
I let it all flow in its way.
I lost my mind and will in dust.
What means to "be"? or "can"? or "may"?
I feel like trudging in disgust.
They've made me feel that I'm a shade:
Like I don't live, but do exist.
I put my soul on edge of blade
And turned my heart into a fist.
I live my life in shattered dreams
As I don't know where I belong.
What do I need? or what I wish?
What is the reason to move on?
I know I'm drowning in my fears:
I doubt my every step or word,
And shut my mouth, and eyes, and ears…
I'm sick of living in this world.
A Shade
© Copyright: Юлия Лайт Белая, 2014
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