I am empty,It's hard to understand how I became this way,Was it you? Has it always been you?Leading me into this dark pit of emptinessJust so you can say you broke me so bad that I don't know what it feels like to love anyone but you? Or is it to warn off others? To make sure no one else can have me the way you did.Or do I just blame you? Because I don't want to admit that all this time the problem was really ME
I feel invisible. Like I'm disappearing. Slowly.I'm falling... further and further from being someone you care about...less and less like someone you'll hear about...An this type of hurt really makes you question your existence...
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,And the YearOn the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,Is lying.Come, Months, come away,From November to May,In your saddest array;Follow the bierOf the dead cold Year,And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling,The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knellingFor the Year;The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone
I never lost as much but twice,And that was in the sod.Twice have I stood a beggarBefore the door of God!Angels -- twice descendingReimbursed my store --Burglar! Banker -- Father!I am poor once more!
The weight of misfortune has stooped my shouldersBut I don’t intend to stop for a good while yet;I afflict my own destinyAnd don’t want anyone to mourn for my fate.I’ve made peace with God on my lossesAnd agreed with him on the epitaphsThat should be written about my senseless wars.