A mother,a wife, a friend, a lover....
Some would say what's left to discover?
Not me, there's a questio... |
my love for him will never change
knowing i will never be with him
it will always haunt me
for the rest... |
here he comes
walking down the hall
you see his smile
and think he has a perfect life
youve never seen... |
Life is a bitch, and then we die,
It raises the question, "Why even try?"
The people we love, they hur... |
here is my story, no lines or form. just like life i guess, skin torn. writing of sorrow singing, is just ... |
Last Pain... Tension... Fatigue...
Depression...
Anger, Aggression, Frustration.
All these unwanted sen... |
Isn't it wonderfull,the way we hurt eachother?
This love,this love feels like a filthy game,
Being playe... |
I don’t want to love you
Too many times
You have hurt me
This is why I bleed
My arms and legs are kill... |
Little bluebird.
Broken wings.
Body bent.
At your feet.
Listen to me breathing.
The comfort that is... |
It’s made me cry blood mixed tears
Enough for me to pick at new infected scars
Tension and Anger
Not qu... |
