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 Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 9:59 am
I'm all ways feeling sick,
sick of life and pain.
I get better for a day,
but we all know I'm not quite sain.
So here I am again,
believing its all fixed.
How fake that truly is,
for life is a painful mix.
Life deals me my hand,
and the cards move in for attack.
What kind of game is this,
and why is hate off track?
I thought things would get better,
but again I'm shown the truth.
In the end everyone is pained,
and fighting for their youth.
So we play your little game,
and see who gives in first.
This is a silly game,
you win over my thirst.
I long for death,
I invite it in.
So the deadly game,
has no sin.
So I'll let you win,
and inbrase my end.
No more playing by the rules,
this shows life has a bend.
I'm done with people,
I'm done with your ways.
Is past my sickness,
this is the end of my days...
blessed be
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 5:42 pm
crying *huggles*
You know I'll never lie to you and if you ever need an escape, just to get away for a night, give me a call and you can stay here for as a day or two.
Good luck, babe.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 9:18 pm
I have learned this to be true of you. But getting a way is so little an option for mostly its my fault. I have to stay and deal with it, many years past and many more to come. The pain I have caused is many more then the pain I have recieved.
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