If Not Myself, Than I Am Nothing

If not myself, than I am nothing,

A trapped soul in a life of pretend,

Joyless, silent and unforgiving,

I live in a nightmare, dark with no end.

If not myself, than I am a hole,

An abyss of agony, a bottomless pit

Of unforgotten memories. My life for a soul

To fill this gap, for nothing else will fit.

My dear old friend, how you now desert me,

Your concern is lost, but boy, don't you see?

My heart is yours, for you alone remain

My life and my soul, my one and only.

I am but a hole, full of woe, never glee,

But my self is in pain, too strong to explain.

The End

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