I don’t know why things make me cry
That’s when I want to curl up and die
It feels like the walls are caving in on me
It’s dark inside. I can not see
All I feel is dampness and cold
There is no one to grab and hold
I try not to show you that I hurt
But, sometimes I can not hide all the dirt
The pain is so sharp, it feels like a knife
Hitting the bone and taking my life
Why is it that I got out of the way?
Why didn’t I hold my ground and stay?
Was it my destiny to be like this?
A sinking, filling, drowning pit?
A life unknown from us all
No reason to be here, no one to call
Then you entered my life and made me feel whole
You spoke to my heart and you touched my soul.
Shirley Ann Parkerson
October 4, 2003
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