Darkest of night
Live to be right,
Where, oh God, is love tonight?
I think of a time, gone far away,
Removed so far from today,
Love me now, what to say?
I want to die,
No longer to try,
No longer to breath a hopeful sigh.
Remember that I really cared,
Remember that you didn’t dare,
Remember, you of me, were scared.
I ‘m tired,
So I rest for a time,
I try to remember,
But there is only sadness.
I hate it. Why does life haunt me?
Why from the past do I have to see,
My hatred of myself, of me.
Sandra Osborne
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-haunted-life/
