Withered Within

Withered within - dark and deep

Withered within - can't get to sleep

Withered within - lonely and weak

Withered within - it's love she seeks

Physically tired, with bones that ache

Withdrawn and forlorn, no friends to make

Alone in the world, no place for the meek

Withered within - it's love she seeks

Alone and tired she makes her way

Through her short life without a say

Withered within - yearning for peace

Withered within - when will it cease

Alone in life - alone in death

Did anyone care, or love young Beth

Now that she's gone - no one can tell
Withered within - her personal hell






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An emotional disaster, it's the way you feel

A chaotic imbalance in a world that's surreal

The disease itself fills you with fear

You're told you'll be fine, but this you don't hear

The surgeon's knife is the only way

To ensure you'll live another day

You cope with the pain, it's physical and severe

But the emotional torment's more difficult to bear

No more psychotic moods every month or so

No more griping pains in the stomach so low

Then why are you not as happy as can be

And celebrating life for all to see

"Celebrating life" the comment cuts deep

Straight through the heart and makes you weep

Life which will never be made by two

Life which will never again come from you

The knife removed the disease, that's clear

And yet you still feel the end is near

The end of femininity, the end of a bond

Never to be felt again, but forever longed

The pain diminishes but the aching is there

And the longing remains - life's so unfair.

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