Désespoir

Desperation
It kills really
It eats away at your soul until
There is nary a crumb of life left
You feel like someone is ripping you in half
But really you are all alone and deprived
Of any feeling of wholeness
You had the opportunity to retain
Maybe if you
Stopped Caring
If you were carefree
The Desperation would die
Instead of you
~M.R.~