depth of sorrow


I never asked to be this way.

and even though it's not my fault
I can't apologize enough for the way that I've been made.


to want to love,
and know it's not enough

to want to please,
and know it's not enough

to long for gentle tenderness,
and still to know ... it's not enough.


to know that someone DID this to me,
and did this to her


there is a depth of sorrow,
it's smothering my soul,
my heart is crying to escape,
to die, and finally be set free.




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