I wrote this for a girl that I knew that tried to kill herself. I don't really believe in the Christian God anymore, but she does and she's happy, so I guess that works.
There is no Solace for Poets But a special kind of Indifference Contrasting extraordinary empathy What is it then all worth? To write, to create Massing and destroying Worlds upon worlds
As the world turns May I digress From this bitter rant Of loneliness And as the night falls May I deviate From these paths Always wrong and running late As the sun sets May I rise