published: 2009-02-13 12:00:00, updated: 2016-03-20 13:27:01
poem; emotional;
an emotional outburst

each day for me has become so long,
life makes dance to every new song.
i am now tired and sleepy,
my eyes are sore and weepy,
i am still caught in an age old mess,
my chest is heaving full of stress.
what should i do? should i beg? or cry?
or there shall be peace only when i die? ?