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<Author passed by abnormal fever> I know it isn't good poetry but it's still what I feel. |
| I used to be able to... Draw and write... Drawing is what I always did... Drawing without anyone caring what it meant... Drawing to express my feelings... Drawing to tell a story Writing was what I still do... Writing to show what I am about... Writing to show my fantasies... Writing to tell a story These days, lonely and depressed, I have been alone, for too long Not knowing what to do, not able to do it anymore. Taking up the pen Leaving it again Diseases that keep you from completing, completing your dreams and your wishes Diseases which can be conquered If your life had a point, Not just to be, but being able to do something, that helps, yourself or others Something which I can not. Not anymore, not longer All I can do is sit here and think about it, about what I used to be able to... and can't anymore. |