I've Written

I've written of sorrow
I've written of pain
I've written of love
And how I want it again.

I've told my story
In all of its truth
Of every broken heart
Since the time of my youth.

It's all there
For anyone to see
All my hopes and fears
And what I long to be.

Yet no-one cares
Or even pretends
Not 'till I'm gone
And my story ends.

Then maybe they'll see
What I've been trying to say
And maybe they'll notice
When I've gone away.

As the clock ticks
And my tears fall
I wonder does life
Have meaning at all?

I hope that it ends
Before my heart breaks again
Before I've time to write more
Of the sorrow within.

ElizaBeth Ann Jamriska
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