Quitting

My words have never been
many
My thoughts may never be
known
How am I to read emotion
When i know not my own

The living can say they
understand
But little do they do
The world cannot imagine
me
And imagine, I cannot you

For what reason do we
ignore
These things that we each
feel?
Is it that we are afraid
Of what isn't and what is
real?

You see, my wishes are
overpowering
No one can provide
The type of life worth
living for
The type for which I've died

Quiting is said to be for
cowards
But cowards make only that
mistake
For the quitters only truly
know
The courage it must take

My words will never be
many
My thoughts will never be
known
Fate is unpredictable
But yet, I know my own.