FicWad

It is said that life comes of experience,
But also that experience comes of life.
So which is it?
Is there a difference?

Life has taught me nothing of what is to come.
I did not see what is already here,
I am overloaded with the pain of living,
With not a soul to tell it to.

You say "Help me."
And I try.
I say "Help me."
And an echo resounds.

The "friends4ever" bracelets
Of young childhood,
Are naught but cheap tokens of lies,
Betraying to me nothing of the future.

Life is hard,
Most is terrible,
But make of it what you can,
Find your happy moments and cling to them;
Because there is no difference.
The answer to my question is neither.

Life and experience are one,
And you have me, but I have none.