I’m so tired.
Tired of being sad.
Tired of being mad.
Tired of crying.
Tired of trying.
Tired of thinking, feeling, and understanding.
I wish I were happy, joyful, and lively, but tired is all I am.
I’m just so tired.
Please…please…someone make this end!
I can’t take this anymore,…this life.
I feel empty and tired.
Just so very, very tired.
K. Aldaya, 9/21/02
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I want to cry but no tears drop.
I want to sleep but sleeping does stop.
I want to dream, dreams where happiness rings,
But I dream rather nightmarish things.
I want to live a happy life but all life hands me is pain and strife.
I want but do I want too much?
For it sure seems as such.
K. Aldaya, 10/23/02
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Hello? Can’t you see me?
I’m right over here.
Just open up your eyes and take a little peer.
Hello? Am I invisible or does nobody care about me?
I just walked by you upset, didn’t you see?
Hello? Can’t anyone hear me?
This connection must be bad.
Can’t anybody hear me sob and cry when I’m sad?
Hello? Is anyone out there?
Anyone who cares?
Hello? Is there anyone to fix my hearts’ tears?
Hello? Hello? I’m right here. Hello?
Can’t you see the tear? Why don’t you come near?
Hello?
K. Aldaya, 10/21/02
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I need someone to care.
A person who will always be there.
Someone who won’t judge me,
But be understanding in all they see.
Someone who will love me,
My good and my bad and won’t flee.
I need someone to care.
A person who will always be there.
K. Aldaya, 4/10/02
Picture: Artist Unknown; https://lantanagurl.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/giving-love-away.jpg
Life then death, that’s how it goes.
Time slips by and no one knows,
How to slow it.
How to pause it.
How to stop it.
Life ticks away with every breath and second.
Listen and you’ll hear it’s rhythm and beckon.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock it goes.
Going, going, going…it goes.
The sands of the hourglass fall swiftly down,
Down, down,
And thus so do we down into the ground.
Time keeps on going forever and more,
Bringing us stranded on death’s open shore.
Life then death. That’s how it goes.
Listen to the sound that no one knows,
How to slow.
How to pause.
How to stop.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock it goes.
How to stop it? No one knows.
So it goes, goes, goes, goes.
Goes, goes, goes.
K. Aldaya, 8/19/02
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My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
