Tears by moonlight .
Sometimes there is a voice in me telling me it\'s my time,
To meet with the Earth and lie with the worms.
My warm beating heart is tired - so very tired.
Will you miss me when I am gone?
Or will I be the dinner time conversation for just one day .
\" Poor damaged girl , how sad - oh well , pass the potatoes please\".
Will my family lay flowers every day ?
Or just occasionally when they remember I was their child once.
They loved me then .
When I had no voice .
This melancholic woman belongs no where and to no one .
The darkness too much to stomach , bitter bile tainting others.
Skin too thin to survive this cruel destructive world.
Alone in the abyss.
I walk the shady moonlit path unaccompanied,
My thoughts a crowd , jostling and pushing .
Should I stay or go ?
Ragged shreds of hope in conflict with hopelessness and anguish.