FenixRx

I feel alone And i hate it I dont belong But in the end All is black And there is no looking back All i see All i know Nothing here the more to show Nothing new Nothing fine I feel I'm dieing all the time For whom i cared For whom i loved All is gone All is done Whats left is dead And shall so remain 'Till dust becomes dust Once again.

when confronted by the strains of the day challenges of life seem trying, harder and less fulfilling to take the time, to bring a smile to thine own, or the hearts of others, comes to be ones only, ones greatest, salvation. the less one brings of the self to others, the more of others she may bring to the self, and this is how we grow, how we change and become greater than once we were. through change we become more, or less, as we were meant to be and less of what one was before. without this growth life, the eternal struggle of community versus the self would be for nothing and without meaning what reason is ther