‘I’m tired of the song that sorrow sings…’
Random #141
Mother, I cannot mind my wheel;
My fingers ache, my lips are dry;
Oh! if you felt the pain I feel!
But oh, who ever felt as I!
– Sappho (7th Century BC)
Translated by Walter Savage Landor
It’s Just Skin
It really doesn’t matter
If I scratch, cut or burn
For what I do in the shadows
Is none of your concern
Growing Pale
What is the point
In another day
Living in silence
Wasting away
Especially as
No one cares anyway
Better to go now
Than fade to grey
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 