Scream in Vain

Found some old writings. I guess it was raining that day or something….

If there is
Nothing that you can give me
but a kind lie.

It is more than my desire to live
More than the emptiness
The thoughts I address
Even though I’m not sure why
I should not end the pain
Of winter days always the same
A head to tired to scream in vain

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