I've Lived My Life Again Just Telling

The Heart Dies A Slow Death, Shedding Each Hope Like Leaves Until One Day There Are None. No Hopes. Nothing Remains.

We None Of Us Find As Much Kindness In This World As We Should.

If A Few Minutes Of Suffering Could Make Me So Angry, What Would Years Of It Do? Even A Stone Can Be Worn Down With Enough Rain.

I Went Back To Those Graves Not Long Afterward And Found As I Stood There That Sadness Was A Very Heavy Thing. My Body Weighed Twice What It Had Only A Moment Earlier, As If Those Graves Were Pulling Me Down Toward Them.

All At Once I Felt So Vain, Like A Girl Posturing For The Crowds As She Walks Along, Only To Discover The Street Is Empty.