A/N: This is my second Inuyasha poem. I hope you like it.
Life is but a beaten soul huddling in the darkest corner of the world,
It stabs at me with so much pain living sometimes makes no sense.
Burning with fear, frustration, and sadness, my soul cannot bear the grief
Of losing him.
He has found happiness, and I should be happy...
Yet I am not.
Though this grief and frustration may weigh me down,
Though this sadness and fear tugs at me with no possible signs of ending,
I know deep down that I must be strong.
For I am Kikyou,
A living corpse, never wishing to love or be loved again.
I am with you, Inuyasha...
