Wolf or a Sheep?

To be a wolf or a sheep?

Die of boredom,

Or die alone?

Many will choose boredom,

thinking they can find a task to do. 

I chose alone,

not realizing how much I'd lose. 

No moments to share,

no one who cares, 

unable to bare myself for an eternity.

Wasting time with what I loath the most. 

The thoughts in my head,

that keep me from bed.

Insomnia is no friend,

Food is the enemy too.  

Being perfect for no one,

I can't fill my own shoes.

Sticks and stones don't break your bones,

But your thoughts can surely hurt you.

I am the wolf,

overwhelmed with grief.

Are you a wolf,

or sheep? 

 

 

 

 

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